Love is a time machine

jueves, 11 de diciembre de 2008


Panic
Northern Downpour
Panic
If all our life is but a dream.
Fantastic posing greed.
Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea.
For diamonds do appear to be.
Just like broken glass to me.
Panic
And then she said she can't believe.
Genius only comes along.
In storms of fabled foreign tongues.
Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs.
Northern downpour sends its love.
Panic
Hey moon, please forget to fall down.
Hey moon, don't you go down.
Panic
Sugarcane in the easy mornin'.
Weathervanes my one and lonely.
Panic
The ink is running toward the page.
It's chasin' off the days.
Look back at both fee.
And that winding knee.
I missed your skin when you were east.
You clicked your heels and wished for me.
Panic
Through playful lips made of yarn.
That fragile Capricorn.
Unraveled words like moths upon old scarves.
I know the world's a broken bone.
But melt your headaches, call it home.
Panic
Hey moon, please forget to fall down.
Hey moon, don't you go down.
Panic
Sugarcane in the easy mornin'.
Weathervanes my one and lonely.
Panic
Sugarcane in the easy mornin'.
Weathervanes my one and lonely.
Panic
Sugarcane in the easy mornin'.
Weathervanes my one and lonely.
Panic
Sugarcane (hey moon) in (Hey moon) the easy mornin'.
Weathervanes (hey moon) my (Hey moon) one and lonely.
Panic
Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon) the easy (hey moon) mornin'.
Weathervanes (hey moon) my (hey moon) one (hey moon) and lonely.
Panic
Sugarcane (hey moon) in (hey moon) the easy (hey moon) mornin'.
Weathervanes (hey moon) my (hey moon) one (hey moon) and lonely.
Panic
Hey moon, please forget to fall down.
Hey moon, don't you go down.
You are at the top of my lungs.
Drawn to the ones who never yawn.
Panic
Hey moon, please forget to fall down.
Hey moon, don't you go down.
You are at the top of my lungs.
Drawn to the ones who never yawn.
Panic
Panic

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