31.5.14

blindsided

Would you really rush out? 
Would you really rush out?
Would you really rush out for me now? 
Would you really rush out 
Would you really rush out for me now? 
Would you really rush out for me now?
Would you really rush out for me now?
Would you really rush out 
For me now? 

Ooh, for me now
Ooh, for me now 
Ooh, for me now 

Taut line 
Down to the shoreline 
The end of a blood line 
The moon is a cold light

There's a pull to the flow 
My feet melt the snow
For the irony I'd rather know 

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