Wednesday, November 10, 2004

old memories

you say you want
diamonds and a ring of gold
you say you want
your story to remain untold
but all the promises we make
from the cradle to the grave
when all i want
is you

you say you'll give me
a highway with no one on it
a treasure just to look upon it
all the riches in the night
you say you'll give me
eyes in a moon of blindness
a river in a time of dryness
a harbour in the tempest
but all the promises we make
from the cradle to the grave
when all i want
is you

you say you want
your live to work out right
to last with me through the night
you say you want
diamonds and a ring of gold
your story to remain untold
your love not to grow cold
all the promises we break
from the cradle to the grave
when all i want
is you

...

october and the trees are stripped bare
of all they wear
what do i care
october and kingdoms rise
and kingdoms fall
but you go on and on --

1 Comments:

At 1:26 PM, November 12, 2004, Blogger SM said...

this could have been called "2 Different Ways of Love". =)

 

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