Memories of Italy
.Staple.
Contrast
“C’mon… Vogue”
Oh Mr. McQueen…Your work brings you to life again…
Spicy…
Everything delicious in life…
You.
Separate this from emotion
It takes a long time to do
These subtle feelings of devotion
I had saved up for you
Send my heart in palpitations
At the very thought of you
It goes with out exaggeration
All the things you do
Thoughts come fast and hard
Blowing through like the wind
Oh I fear that we have sinned
Perhaps playing devils card
My mind can’t take the pain
So I cast it out with sighs
How can I expect to cry?
When my tears become the rain
We found ourselves together
Evidently yet surreal
Hazy, gone from worse to better
Knowing not the way to feel
Saving me from all that hurts
I know that’s not the way to burn
Some how heavenly it works
Yet my own offerings I spurn
Thoughts came fast and hard
Blowing through like the wind
Oh I fear that we have sinned
Perhaps playing devils card
My mind can’t take the pain
So I cast it out with sighs
How can I expect to cry?
When my tears become the rain
Now your gone, I think
Is it worth this end?
Both in corners we shrink
But our hearts we don’t defend
Killing wisdoms with our plight
Hoping ever to come alive
But we will never win this fight
But alone we can’t survive
Thoughts came fast and hard
Blowing through like the wind
Oh I fear that we have sinned
Perhaps playing devils card
My mind can’t take the pain
So I cast it out with sighs
How can I expect to cry?
When my tears become the rain
