Donnerstag, 24. April 2014

american stitches



No, 'course, I'll stay
I know the weight of leaving
No planes would go
The sky was so uneven

She touched me
She touched me
She touched me, it leaves a stitch
She touched me, it leaves a stitch

No more upsets
My hands are bloodless
No more uncalled for
No more the matter of facts
No more, you'd better go

You touched me, it leaves a stitch.

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