martes, 5 de mayo de 2009

Babe oh, dream about me

Lie… on the phone to me

Tell me no truth if it is bad; there’s enough in my life to make me so sad
Just dream about color fills our lives, just dream about someone else tonight
Babe oh, dream about me on the phone talking quietly

I wanna be yours, oh, won’t you be mine against red skies for all time
So dream about us when we’re old; just dream about how I will let go

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