i was wondering the way you taste, am i begging for more tha a leash, its time for talking, about my better deeds that i cease to say, the better me. you're blind by desire from your wing, your way, your break, mistakes for the weight of your way, she'll wait in your arms, she'll take you for keeps to cradle your love is the pleasure of one... i'm open to see what she means to me, to wait until love is the pleasure of one. a stolen fantasy of you an me, tell me things to change and things to save, its a type of fiction that i crave, so make believe its me...the stowaway.
and i paint your colors plain and taste your summer tongue, we play our sinful play
just coat me with your tone... a sweet symphony |
