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Friday, 13 March 2009
spiralling

I'm waiting for my moment to come. I'm waiting for the movie to begin. I'm waiting for a revelation. I'm waiting for someone to count me in. Cus now I only see my dreams, in everything I touch, feel their cold hands on, everything that I love. Cold like some magnificant skyline, out of my reach but always in my eyeline now.

Oh!

We're tumbling down. We're spiralling. Tied up to the ground, we're spiralling.

I fashioned you from jewels and stone. I made you in the image of myself. I gave you everything you wanted so you would never know anything else. But everytime I reach for you, you slip through my fingers; into cold sunlight, laughing at the things that I had planned, the map of my world gets smaller as I sit here pulling at the loose threads now.

Oh!

We're tumbling down. We're spiralling. Tied up to the ground, we're spiralling. When we fall in love, we're just falling.

In love with ourselves, we're spiralling.


Did you wanna be a winner? Did you wanna be an icon? Did you wanna be famous? Did you wanna be the president? Did you wanna start a war? Did you wanna have a family? Did you wanna be in love?

Did you wanna be in love???

I never saw the light. I never saw the light. I waited up all night. But I never saw the light.

Oh!

When we fall in love,we're just falling. In love with ourselves, we're spiralling. We're tumbling down. We're spiralling. Tied up to the ground, we're spiralling ...


Friday, March 13, 2009

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