By A Secret for Now
Date: 13 August 2000
topsy turvy
topsy turvy
willy nilly
silly kind of love
you put your heart
into my hand
it fit me like a glove
nights were long
we shared a song
that tore our lives apart
we cried, we danced
we mock-romanced
we thought it was a start
deep inside her
apple cider
fresh from the oven boy
you smile at me
but don't you see
i might just be a toy
smoke and breathing
frantic dreaming
joy up to the sky
far away
is that to say
no hope for you and i
meat and potatoes
everyday those
feelings trickle in
a love at home
a love away
the closest one must win
white nothing bread
the dream is dead
it makes me weep to say
your heart won't fit me
it's a pity
our chance has blown away
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