Whiskey and crosswords.
Such a list of lost love.
A twist of the trysts,
like an accidental trip.
Frost covered and faking the shakes.
So white and she's burning.
She hums so pitched and deadly,
the sweetest melody.
At twenty-three she sees the future,
her dreams are dark.
A hand in hand of the rest;
we met the same way we left:
we stay hidden and unforgiven.
Too young to know the difference,
between words whispered out of love,
and words we could have screamed so easily.
Twenty-three she sees the future,
her dreams are dark.
At twenty-three she sees the future.
A kiss and a whisper,
with the hint of the danger:
an instrumental part of the plan.
She's got stars in her eyes for me and some other guys.
She knows the business, she knows we're in this.
She loves so free...
It's only an element,
just a small part of the plan.
Lost love, you say...
A kiss and a whisper
With the hint of the danger
An instrumental heart of the plan
She's got stars in her eyes for me and some other guys
She knows the business, she knows we're in this
She loves so free...
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