Monday, May 24, 2010

picking out all the stars that we like
between finger and thumb
you laugh as you pass me the night
as if it's too fragile to hold

and i hold it so close to my chest
with your hands in my hands
you say this is just how we'll rest
until the light turns to sound

snow patrol - dark roman wine

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