French Quarter

A Set of Hours
I want to be just a day awayA set of hours that can float in the skya mean decision that will make or break mea love and passion that can strike me deadso much frustration that my own body a failed memory of whats been saidi cant remember the last time i fell asleep, i cant remember when i went to bedI want to hold you like a dying animalI want to kiss you til you see your breathso much of waiting is like stealing moneyhording endearments close up to your chestselling my memories inside a jewel casea future tenant of the worlds landfilla crying ******* in my bed room sighing sighing for comfort of a heart ful filledI want to be just a day away, i want to see you waiting through my headI went to see you in a deserts folly, hearts sinking faster than a brick of leadI want to be just a day away, a set of hours that can float in the skyI want to be just a day away a set of hours that can pass me byA mean decision that will make or break meA love and passion that can strike me deadI want to be just a day awayA set of hours that can float in the skya mean decision that will make or break mea love and passion that can strike me dead (x4) From Letras Mania