Sunday, November 14, 2010

The Forecast - Some things never change.



it's inside of three weeks 

and I'm a boat out to sea

with no sails
I tried drinking nights away 
it just brought on longer days 
and blackouts 
sleep well my dear 
I'm waiting for your call it wont be long
'till were hanging hopes from the stars
just call 
sleep's been coming hard for me 
because when I dream
it's of you 
from the first day I made mistakes 
and now I'm trying to pave my way
to your heart
sleep well my dear
sleep well my dear
I'm waiting for your call it wont be long
'till were hanging hopes from the stars
just give me this 
a slow dance
a last chance 
to tell you everything you need to hear
because the phone calls 
won't let me look you in the eyes
so I can tell you 
sweetie
please stay
a slow dance
a last chance 
to tell you everything you need to hear
because the phone calls 
won't let me look you in the eyes
so I can tell you 
sweetie

please stay

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