Emilie Autumn
Photographic Memory
You're not so far awayYour sitting in the space between the night and dayAnd so I'll wait for the sound of your footstepsThe tea that's brewed too strongThe part of me that's waited patiently for oh so longAt least I tryBut I'm relyingOn my photographic memoryWhile painfully realizingIt's not all that it's cracked up to beAnd falling's just another way to flyI wonder why it's never easier thanThe first time
From Letras Mania