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shannonw55 (profile) wrote,
on 12-2-2008 at 8:08pm
Current mood: restless
Music: Wallis Bird - Counting to Sleep
Counting 1,2,3,4
Consequence can bear resemblance
To a swinging door
The way Iím acting is ridiculous
Like a dog in heat Ė following and sniffing your tail
What is wrong with me?
I know, I know

'Cos you're a delicate feather that swings in the air
Itís a vision I carry so sorry if I stare
And I have to be careful youíre a
Bubble in my hand

So we stole a car, for some release
But we didnít get far Ė cos I couldnít drive
And I made up words, for some release
Cos all we could say was gibberish slurs
And I distanced myself, for some release
Then developed my love for you, when I couldnít sleep

Counting 1,2,3,4
The times I couldnít breathe when I kissed you
Wanting more and more
I never felt this way before
Really something new
Or really something deliciously dangerous
And itís only you
But youíre wild, youíre wild

And you're a delicate feather that swings in the air
Itís a vision I carry so sorry if I stare
And I have to be careful youíre a
Bubble in my hand
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