and that's because gravity is trying to pull me in to greet you in a proper manner
"you must allow me to tell you how ardently i admire and love you." - Jane Austen
Jeff Buckley- Lover, You Should've Come Over
looking out the door
i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
parading in a wake of sad relations
as their shoes fill up with water
maybe i'm too young
to keep good love from going wrong
but tonight, you're on my mind so
you never know
broken down and hungry for your love
with no way to feed it
where are you tonight?
child, you know how much i need it
too young to hold on
and too old to just break free and run
sometimes a man gets carried away
when he feels like he should be having his fun
much too blind to see the damage he's done
sometimes a man must awake to find that, really
he has no-one
so i'll wait for you... and i'll burn
will i ever see your sweet return?
oh, will i ever learn?
oh, lover, you should've come over
coz it's not too late
lonely is the room the bed is made
the open window lets the rain in
burning in the corner is the only one
who dreams he had you with him
my body turns and yearns for a sleep
that won't ever come
it's never over
my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
it's never over
all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
it's never over
all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
it's never over
she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever
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