12-09-2012, 04:57 AM
The heat of the moment leaves burns.
My mistakes and my triumphs, my footprints in the sand
In the night I still hear you and it raises hairs
Like nails on a board, a screech ripping the silent air
If sorry is too late then the moment came too soon
I love you. But love happens to be blind.
Can’t you see?
My mistakes and my triumphs, my footprints in the sand
Gone. Washed into the rising tide.
How sweet was your name on the tip of my tongue
The touch of your lips, the chafe of that night
I still count the stars. Searching through the specs for ours.
A fools dream. A dreaming fool.
I love you. I love you.
For what that night was for.
For that night.
Forever more.
My mistakes and my triumphs, my footprints in the sand
In the night I still hear you and it raises hairs
Like nails on a board, a screech ripping the silent air
If sorry is too late then the moment came too soon
I love you. But love happens to be blind.
Can’t you see?
My mistakes and my triumphs, my footprints in the sand
Gone. Washed into the rising tide.
How sweet was your name on the tip of my tongue
The touch of your lips, the chafe of that night
I still count the stars. Searching through the specs for ours.
A fools dream. A dreaming fool.
I love you. I love you.
For what that night was for.
For that night.
Forever more.