I saw you blush.
The red rising to your cheeks from
the abashed you were taught to feel.
I wondered if it came with
anything else that could be real.
the abashed you were taught to feel.
I wondered if it came with
anything else that could be real.
I saw you smile.
Along came the decision I never wanted to make;
where would this go.
Who am I to say.
where would this go.
Who am I to say.
Explanations of the fall sound better in The Fall.
Rome.
Roam.
Rome.
Roam.
Who’s in charge here?
I saw you feel.
Just for a moment, eyes lit anew.
I saw you smile.
I saw you blush.
I saw you smile.
I saw you blush.
This line is one short of eight beats.
I can lie. You should try it too.
We both know you did up until
you didn’t think I would catch you.
I can lie. You should try it too.
We both know you did up until
you didn’t think I would catch you.
I saw you blush.
I know I fucking crave your smile,
GODAMN IT, I FEEL YOU GRIN.
It is so nice to hear you laugh,
GODAMN IT, I FEEL YOU GRIN.
It is so nice to hear you laugh,
Does it feel the same when you win?
