| Time takes its toll, it eats away at our soul. You are the most perfect work of art I could ever know. I'm wishing all this love i could give to you and show. Your skin is porcelain like clay. I want to hold you and mold you and make you feel this way. I see your smile dancing in the dark, round and round we go nostalgia is the spark. We are traveling a hundred miles an hour I hold your life in my hands. Don't be afraid, I want to take you to far away lands. |