28th Dec 2010
Tuesday // 9pm // 1 year ago
It’s not that we’re scared, it’s just that it’s delicate. So, why’d you fill my sorrow with the words you borrow from the only place you’ve known? And why’d you sing hallelujah, if it means nothing to you? Why’d you sing with me at all? We might live like never before. Well there’s nothing to give, but how can we ask for more? We might make love, in some sacred place, that look on your face is delicate… So why’d you fill my sorrow with the words you borrowed from the only place that you’ve known?
You can close your eyes to things you don't want to see but you can't close your heart to things you don't want to feel.
