When it gets dark and the lights start to fade
You lock the doors and we hide in the shade
The smoke of your cigarettes is filling the room
My paradise is hell and your heaven is doom
Afraid of the height we get on this flight
Scared of the monsters we go out in the night
Joyfully facing the heartache and pain
Hoping that the pilot won't crash the plane
Devastation and love are so close together
Better laugh 'cause crying won't make it better
Dry your tears, baby, for as long as you
Can die with your soulmate everything's good!
Copyright © Julie Smith | Year Posted 2016
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