If you go, those things in me will hide away and hibernate
until you come back, because there is no one else who understands me when I speak
about music like it is car rides and afternoons.
See the seasons as they creep
across my face; autumn comes closer and things start to fall into place.
And if
you go for too long these secrets things that become songs and these secret
parts of my heart will grow cold and my secret dreams will grow old…because you,
my friend, are the only one who knows the whole way too my soul.
When it all comes crashing down, we'll hold each others hands and when the sun keeps shining we'll dance to our laughs.
In the quiet hours, when you are running on an empty brain I will hold you steady and say:
"The ink under my skin belongs to you, you held my course and got me through. We're bound by more than blood, so here's to you."
There's nothing that will ever be so true.
When it all comes crashing down, we'll hold each others hands and when the sun keeps shining we'll dance to our laughs.
In the quiet hours, when you are running on an empty brain I will hold you steady and say:
"The ink under my skin belongs to you, you held my course and got me through. We're bound by more than blood, so here's to you."
There's nothing that will ever be so true.
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