jueves, 4 de noviembre de 2010


Elevator buttons and morning air. Strangers' silence makes me wanna take the stairs. If you were here we'd laugh about their vacant stares, but right now, my tongue is theirs.
Seems like there's always someone who disapproves. They'll judge it like they know about me and you. And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do. The jury's out, but my choice is you.
So don't you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine. And life makes love look hard.
The stakes are high, the waters rough, but this love is ours.
And it's not theirs to speculate. If it's wrong and your hands are tough but they are where mine belong and I'll fight their doubt and give you faith with this song for you.
'Cause I love the gap between your teeth. And I love the riddles that you speak. And any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored, 'cause my heart is yours.

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