how can this be a lovely day
a smell that i wish will never fade away
a sun that comes each morning
a sun that doesnt go away
i never seen you before
how can this be
hope.. hope
you did not past me
how can this be
love...love
when have you came to be
how can this be
a pretty smile from everyone i see
all wounds heal
even those that bleed
how can this be
a heart i had that was never felted
ice has melted
tears.....tears you left me
how can this be
people heal
i did not belive
a smile
a weeping of joy
my eyes are clear
how can this be?
I want the sun on its static day
I want the blue wavy reverb of heaven sounds in my ears
tremolo everything
Want back those few London nights
want them back like smack wants the vein of her most dedicated junkie
Kiss god Delilah December and feel golden death
I want the sun pulsating inside of my skin
I want you rouged and druggy
black and blue
When I cross you...kill me then kiss me
-then say you love me...
Only then will I believe your guise of truthfulness i've only heard lies about
Tremolo everywhere in my brain
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