young hearts can take much more, worship at the temple of the dirty dance floor.
the cold-mouthed kisses, the cold shoulder hit and misses didn't amount to much at all.
but then, it seems, neither did you, or me, or us.
what are you waiting for? dance like you've never danced before.
just write me a song, then i'll know that it's you, and we can get that feeling going, get the winds of change a' blowing.
and the world can close it's eyes to my heart's demise, one more time.
are you listening?
close your eyes, and open your hands...breathe in that fresh sentiment, cos it don't stay fresh for long.
it's the price of our lives, the wax in our wings. it's the climb that gets us high, but it's the fall that makes our blood sing.
when the people you loved, become the people you love to hate, you know something has got to give.
when all the pleasure is laced with pain, you know it's all gone terribly wrong.
i'm going to get my kicks, while i'm still young enough to get them.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
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