søndag den 19. juni 2011

Young Blood

We're only young and naive still
We require certain skills

The mood it changes like the wind
Hard to control when it begins
The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-betweens
Fall back in love eventually

Can't help myself but count the flaws
Claw my way out through these walls
One temporary escape
Feel it start to permeate        
We lie beneath the stars at night
Our hands gripping each other tight
You keep my secrets hope to die
Promises, swear them to the sky.