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Let's hold in our breath,
Never to let go of it.
'Cos it seems we've made a mess,
With nothing much to show of it.
And your plants could use a drink,
To help them with their growing.
That time I bathed you in the sink,
It's like your skin was glowing.
When they dropped the bomb,
Above the clouds we hovered.
With pillows tight between our legs,
The pleasure undiscovered.
So, if you stay awake,
I promise you a nickel.
Because the storm's about to break,
Yeah, the weather here is fickle.
Let's hold in our breath,
Never to let go of it.
'Cos it seems we've made a mess,
With nothing much to show of it.
With nothing much to show of it.
With nothing much to show of it.
With nothing much to show of it.
Nothing much to show of it.
- Album:
- Songs We Made Part 2
- Fan Chosen Covers 2
- Songs For Mary
- The Meat of Life
- Hungry Bird
- A Beautiful EP
- The Ghost Of Fashion
- Miscellaneous
- Your Favorite Music
- End Of Love
- Soft Spot
- Fearless Live: Head Games
- Fearless Live: Electrified
- Fearless Live: One More Time
- Girls Come First
- Fan Chosen Covers
- Songs We Made, Part 1
- Clem Snide’s Journey
- Suburban Field Recordings III
- Fill Me With Your Light