This Town Needs Guns
Crocodile
Too cold, like ice to touch.You hold on far to much.God knows why we're in love.When you throw your temper out of doorsthat I cannot follow throughand yet...you grow ever near.I promise I will not see out this nightwithout comforting and holding you.Your eyes alight, they've never shined so brightfor just one second I'm lost in you.(niamerlliwtahtevolaevahew)
From Letras Mania