Fading Like A Flower
In a time where the sun descends alone,
I ran a long long way from home to find a heart that's made of stone.
I will try, I just need a little time to get your face right out of my mind,
to see the world through different eyes.
Every time I see you oh I try to hide away but when we meet it seems I can't let go.
Every time you leave the room I feel I'm fading like a flower.
Tell me why?
When I scream there's no reply, when I reach out there's nothing to find,
when I sleep I break down and cry.
Every time I see you oh I try to hide away but when we meet it seems I can't let go.
Every time you leave the room I feel I'm fading like a flower.
Fading like a rose, fading like a rose, beaten by the storm,
talking to myself, getting washed by the rain, it's such a cold cold town.
Every time I see you oh I try to hide away but when we meet it seems I can't let go.
Every time you leave the room I feel I'm fading like a flower.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Washed By The Rain
Posted by desquire at 6:14 PM
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