Ian Cooke
Imaginary Contracts
Fake and golden chroniclesPromise me you're inFake and golden chroniclesFake and golden Between us there were bargins made and all too oftenI feel so dumb but you're not packing up your thingsI've won this timeYou'll lay with me and stay here 'til I'm satisfiedThat might take me 'til I'm deadAll too oftenI sleep aloneBut you're not leaving nowNo, you can't go until my blood stops moving in my veins and arteries- Maybe not even thenFake and golden chroniclesPromise me you're inFake and golden chroniclesI need a shoulder to cry onI need a chest for my head to lie on
From Letras Mania