Spillly with 3 Ls

Are we etched in stone or just scratched in the sand​..


Posted on July 9th, by spillly in Uncategorized. No Comments

You should have been an angel, it wouldve suited you​
​My gold-leafed triptych angel, she knows just what to do​
​In the half light of morning, in a world between the sheets​
​I swear I saw her angel wing, my vision was complete​
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​And I know Ill never want another lover, my sweet​
​Can there be more in this world than the​
​Joy of just watching you sleep? ​
​I dont know just what to feel​
​Wont someone tell me my loves real? ​
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​Are we etched in stone or just scratched in the sand​
​Waiting for the waves to come and reclaim the land? ​
​Will the sun shine all sweetness and light​
​Burn us to a cinder, our third stone satellite? ​
​Im on a tightrope, baby, nine miles high​
​Striding through the clouds, on my ribbon in the sky​
​Im on a tightrope, one thing Ive found​
​I dont know how to stop, and its a​
​Long, long, long, long way down​
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​Shes all that ever mattered, and all that ever will​
​My cup, it runneth over, Ill never get my fill​
​The boats in the harbour, slip from their chains​
​Head for new horizons, lets do the same​
​Im on a tightrope, baby, nine miles high​
​Striding through the clouds, on my ribbon in the sky​
​Im on a tightrope, one thing Ive found​
​I dont know how to stop, and its a tightrope baby​
​Nine miles high​
​Striding through the clouds, on my ribbon in the sky​
​Im on a tightrope, one thing Ive found​
​I dont know how to stop, and its a​
​Long, long, long, long way down
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device, so please excuse any typo’s made with my man-size fingers on the teeny weeny keyboard





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