domingo, 8 de janeiro de 2017

something about love

I'm walking fast through the traffic lights

Busy streets and busy lives
And all we know
Is touch and go
We are alone with our changing minds
We fall in love 'til it hurts or bleeds or fades in time

And I never saw you coming
And I'll never be the same

It comes around and the armor falls
Pierces the room like a cannonball
Now all we know is don't let go

We learn to live with the pain
Mosaic broken hearts
But love is brave and wild

This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
These are the hands of fate
You're my Achilles heel
This is the golden age of something good and right and real

And I'll never be the same


(State of Grace)

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