Take me high my darling
Fly me to the depths of sin
I want to breathe in the oxygen
Beneath your wings
Where Sun ends its vile influence
And the dark cosmos of cold begins
You will bask me in the blue light
Of eternal stars
Frozen in time, the clock ticks off
A mechanism of melancholy
So sweet is your intoxication
And your icy charm is death
Full Version: From Half-asleep
I'm sure I've read the last line before.
From Should-Be Asleep:
Oh, where's my bed
That comforting yawn
Which wraps
And enshrines
Till the darkness of dawn
Then the linen seas part
And figures a creepin'
Go stretching
And yawning
As the sun comes a peepin'
Day turns into night
And night into day
And I'm just as tired as ever.
Good Night.
Oh, where's my bed
That comforting yawn
Which wraps
And enshrines
Till the darkness of dawn
Then the linen seas part
And figures a creepin'
Go stretching
And yawning
As the sun comes a peepin'
Day turns into night
And night into day
And I'm just as tired as ever.
Good Night.
QUOTE(Short @ Jun 26 2007, 10:13 PM) 
From Should-Be Asleep:
Oh, where's my bed
That comforting yawn
Which wraps
And enshrines
Till the darkness of dawn
When the linen seas part
And figures a creepin'
Go stretching
And yawning
As the sun comes a peepin'
Day turns into night
And night into day
And I'm just as tired as ever.
Good Night.
Oh, where's my bed
That comforting yawn
Which wraps
And enshrines
Till the darkness of dawn
When the linen seas part
And figures a creepin'
Go stretching
And yawning
As the sun comes a peepin'
Day turns into night
And night into day
And I'm just as tired as ever.
Good Night.
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