Sometimes I just want to
Burn my calendar
And escape to
Paris with you
So we could occupy
Pearls on our eyebrows
Standing on the bridges
Ready to fall down in that
Bright darkness of water
The moon will shine
Through your hair
And I will spin
Until I fall
Let's scream till the world
Can't hear us any longer
Thursday, 18 November 2010
THE GETAWAY
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