In life, if we are incredibly lucky, we can find a person who speaks our language. Not with tongues and lips but the other kind, the hidden kind. A homecoming of sorts.
While you are away
My heart comes undone
Slowly unravels
In a ball of yarn
The devil collects it
With a grin
Our love
In a ball of yarn
He'll never return it
So when you come back
We'll have to make new love
Monday, August 23, 2010
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2 comments:
i listened to this 4 times today.
...our heads, in similar spaces?
It's easy to do, such a beautiful song and video.
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