Friday, July 03, 2009

Last Night In Brooklyn

Come through the door
A darkened room
She draws white lines to set the mood
We conversate, drink our wine, she kissed my lips then checked the time
We went out to a better place, a different crowd that's more her taste
She blended in, and I don't see all the secrets that she keeps

I'm watching, stop moving, stop moving further away
The party is shaking, so why did you have to change
I've given up, I've given all that I can so
I float over you
I float over you

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