The cat is out of the bag
How long did we last?
A good six months,
or something like that?
Do you think we could come alive again?
Will we ever be back on track?
Bloodshot eyes
Heart Attack
Come on lover
Take me back
Head in hands
No reason to live
I'll never find something as meaningful as this
Hold me down
With your sacred kiss
Forever reliving
Our past bliss
It all got out of hand
Now how long will I last?
Days, months, years?
Something like that?
Do you ever think we will thrive again?
Will we ever face the facts?
Lonely nights
Imagine that
Come on lover
Take me back
Head in hands
No reason to live
I'll never find something as meaningful as this
Hold me down
With your sacred kiss
Forever reliving
Our past bliss
About the Creator
Frankie Martinelli
Musician.
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