

DebaucheryMy fingers trailing goosebumps From your sternum to your pelvis. Angel pulsing on top of me While my fingers weave in her wings. In an open grave.Debauchery


Head On Your ChestLets say raining diamonds draw blood From every weeping wet walker. These are the dragging feet of the fractured hearted, With past memories flooding their roaming minds. Never take a walk to get some fresh air, It will only kill you.Head On Your Chest


His ArmsIts the weight of his arms Wound round you when you wake. Its these arms that come, wrap around Your tummy from behind when your world aches. Arms that brush the hair from your face And catch you when you slip. The special boughs of his suspension bridge. And one day The arms that will Cradle your childHis Arms


Distance.It's the way he makes her feel, And the way he can make her smile without saying a word, That makes her wish there was nothing keeping them apart.Distance.
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And miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground
and I
I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down
in your warm arms...
Snow Patrol
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