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Bluelighter
- Joined
- Nov 26, 2002
- Messages
- 3,281
Wrap me in your steel, slap me and I feel, ask me and I kill
Ask me what is real-trapped inside a portrait of us lying still
Never knew the part of me that was concealed until I saw you walkin' in your heels
Climbing your embrace but only with a chase-loving every taste
Curvy as a vase, shake without a trace-never be replaced
Say it isn't so, her gaze is stone-cool as the wrong side of her pillow
Slowly I would wilt watching as her skin would turn to silk
Save me from your grace, seeing every face was wrapped in lace
Watching as your figure I retrace never ever could it be erased
Staring at the space between you had me climbing walls
And every time I crawl I wonder how you have me this enthralled
Gorgeous flowers in the sunlight shining, blossoms flaunt in the eyes of day
Shaky leaves with soft and silver lining, buds that open only to decay
Forever waiting for the messenger divine, take the vacant chair beside me
Lay your gentle hand in mine in long and sloping lines
Dressed in colors of the living flame her air was cool as rain
Ask me what is real-trapped inside a portrait of us lying still
Never knew the part of me that was concealed until I saw you walkin' in your heels
Climbing your embrace but only with a chase-loving every taste
Curvy as a vase, shake without a trace-never be replaced
Say it isn't so, her gaze is stone-cool as the wrong side of her pillow
Slowly I would wilt watching as her skin would turn to silk
Save me from your grace, seeing every face was wrapped in lace
Watching as your figure I retrace never ever could it be erased
Staring at the space between you had me climbing walls
And every time I crawl I wonder how you have me this enthralled
Gorgeous flowers in the sunlight shining, blossoms flaunt in the eyes of day
Shaky leaves with soft and silver lining, buds that open only to decay
Forever waiting for the messenger divine, take the vacant chair beside me
Lay your gentle hand in mine in long and sloping lines
Dressed in colors of the living flame her air was cool as rain
