Monday, January 25, 2010
Simple hands held tightly
I want to get to know you better
Give me a chance to get behind the mystery
Pry it open, keep you open
Want you to get to know me better
Get inside my head, and see who I really am
We're ahead of ourselves
The warmth, pressing, shows
I can't be something true
Something real
Something ordinary
And you are the sun,
Something shrouded in ideas and theories
Who, what, where are you?
I want to get to know you better
Give me a chance to get behind the mystery
Pry it open, keep you open
Want you to get to know me better
Get inside my head, and see who I really am
We're ahead of ourselves
The warmth, pressing, shows
I can't be something true
Something real
Something ordinary
And you are the sun,
Something shrouded in ideas and theories
Who, what, where are you?
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