Saturday, April 28, 2012

Take a Bite


Place your fears here, I promise I won’t devour—
Constant sensation of timely times
To lay right down in your favorite place

 Now I’m ready to close my eyes
Now I’m ready to give you lies
To lose my heart in the burning sand

Now I’m ready—
Face to Face
Now I’m ready—
Face to Race…

So race to my dreams to live in yours
To lay right down in your favorite place
Constant sensation of timely times
Place your fear here, I promise I won’t devour—

Taste with your eyes born again to air
Place your fears—
It is within its hour


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