& a voice that could carry a hundred ships.
Dashing smooth and humble pie
No crows feet, or wrinkled lies
As honest as I feel I am
You are the same to me
Nothing says otherwise
Even the whispering trees.
Honey the clouds aren't swung enough
To make me believe a lie.
I'd see one if you'd tell it,
but you have no reason why.
We've come to see the intelligence it takes to tango just two,
and I'm practicing in the dark where all their torches can't shine thru ..
But with 3 the road is simpler, unbreakable at best-
and there's no need to grow tired from it, we won't need much time to rest.
You pick me up with the switch of a tongue, I heard what you didn't even say...
You flip my frown, when I'm feeling down, and you still will when I'm gray.
Big bangs! Seattle-walkin'!
Avoiding conversation with passers-by, by keeping the headphones in. lol
Goodnight ladies & gentlemen.
<3, bex.
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