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Written by Lindsay
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Wednesday, 20 September 2006 |
This was written while I was staring at an elevator.
I'll take you where you wanna go,
Send any request.
I will show you anywhere, I swear,
Shall I escort you down like the stairs.
To a world's greatest avalanche?
You'll never see it coming, no
Your demands, they'll always rest
While I constantly remain
Waiting for you to come again
Slip into the background of my view
I'm holding onto you tightly
Will you trust me?
Hesitant at my front door
You're shaking, and I'm nervous
At the thought of you in my arms
Closed with a hint of jaded
The sense that maybe I'll make it
You'll be amazing
In my glass vision, perhaps tainted
Slow down, cos I'm speeding
This space, it's too hard to breathe in
The idea of you and me
Encompassed in this symphony. ringing in the stereo... |
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Last Updated ( Thursday, 28 September 2006 )
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