The sky is vanishing
Like the embers of a bonfire
Stumble back to
Each other’s arms
Safe from urban harm
Fate threw us a pity prize
In amongst the hundreds of hopefuls
Find a way to survive
See how far we’ve come
See how the odds are never against us
Just promise to leave the lights on
Swear I’m not superstitious
Fate threw us a pity prize
In the calm of
The smoke stained night
Sunday, April 19, 2009
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Men! always wanting the lights on! haha
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