If I wait, Don’t move a muscle, Maybe somehow a spark will strike It’s been a long night. So sincere, But the message is still a struggle, Knives with which we juggle, While we jump through fire. So maybe I move on or make a mistake, And see if my earth quakes.
This is the love I’m frightened of, Doesn’t come with a leaflet that says how to keep it, This is a love that can’t be seen, No detailed instructions or Japanese symbols like you find on a washing machine.
Slow me down, apply some gentile pressure, And maybe somehow a spark will strike I hope they might. One is best, but lacking in conversation, Safe but no relation to the warmth you give So maybe I move on and make a mistake, And see if my earth quakes.
This is the love I’m frightened of, Doesn’t come with a leaflet that says how to keep it, This is a love that can’t be seen, No detailed instructions or Japanese symbols like you find on a washing machine.
This is the love I’m frightened of, Doesn’t come with a leaflet that says how to keep it
This is a love that can’t be seen, No detailed instructions
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