blue in the face;
trippin' daily to taste time.
you cannot erase time (or make time,)
but you can certainly make rhymes
about crimes and all the memorable past times;
those white lines.
5 years later these words take on a different meaning.
girl, let me play you these chords without them intervening.
it's you and i until we die; we're like bonnie and clyde.
i realised when i was very young that pain is just the cure we're looking for.
we're looking for the same thing here.
let's disappear into the future naked and in love.
when i'm looking up above and all i can see is a dove,
it is paradise i see.
that pair of eyes is capable of piercing lies.