literal lyrical logical flowPosted: September 7, 2008
we sit and we sigh, and nothing gets done.
thought about you all of the time, but it’s alright to tell me what you think about me.
do you want to come over and kill some time as we dream of making our escape?
let’s go to brighton on the weekend, and i’ll mark off each day with a cross.
one minute i held the key but it all went wrong again.
i stopped to think at a wishing well noticing it’s the little things that set me off.
live through this and you won’t look back; remember that you’re not doing this alone.
you didn’t understand why, but you will always be a light.
just be patient and don’t worry.