On the way, on the way down to destruction
There are places where I find my rest
Make no mistake, make no mistake of my intentions
Your arms are the place I like the best
I cannot lie to your face
Your lips your skin, your face, your hips
Or your waist
I do not dare to journey there
When I do, I find no means of instinct
On the way, on the way down to destruction
There are places where I find my rest
Make no mistake, make no mistake of my intentions
Your arms are the place I like the best
I have tried to run away
But I am so unhappy when I'm alone
So here we lie, another night
I am a fool when I walk back to your door
On the way, on the way down to destruction
There are places where I find my rest
Make no mistake, make no mistake of my intentions
Your arms are the place I like the best
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- Miscellaneous
- The Unfazed
- Not Exotic
- Violence in the Snowy Fields
- Comes With a Smile, Volume 13: Every Minute a Mystery
- To: Elliott, From: Portland
- Sudden Oak
- Sketches for Portraits
- Demolition Derby
- PDX Pop Now! 2005
- Paste Magazine Sampler #29: March 2007
- Hear Music Playlist, Volume 1
- What Could You Do?