amie by damien rice

Nothing unusual, nothing strange
Close to nothing at all
The same old scenario, the same old rain
And there's no explosions here
Then something unusual, something strange
Comes from nothing at all
I saw a spaceship fly by your window
Did you see it disappear?

Amie come sit on my wall
And read me the story of O
And tell it like you still believe
That the end of the century
Brings a change for you and me
Nothing unusual, nothing's changed
Just a little older that's all
You know when you've found it,
There's something I've learned
'Cause you feel it when they take it away

Something unusual, something strange
Comes from nothing at all
But I'm not a miracle
And you're not a saint
Just another soldier
On the road to nowhere

Amie come sit on my wall
And read me the story of O
And tell it like you still believe
That the end of the century
Brings a change for you and me

And Amie come sit on my wall
And read me the story of O
And tell it like you still believe
That the end of the century
Brings a change for you and me



notus: "... come sit on my wall and read me the Story of O..." i have always loved the talks, the erotica that flows from our lips.

you are my high by demon vs heartbreaker

you are my high
feel me love you
you are my high
feel me love you
you are my high
till me love you
you are my high
till me love you

you
you are my high
till me love you
you are my high
feel me love you
you are my high

till me love high
you
to be my high
high me
to be high me

love
love
love
love
love me
love me
love me

you you are my high

till me love you
you are my high



notus: "Those days are so fucking blurred, how can you tell me you love me if we can't remember half the things we did? I don't want to be a lovely feeling associated with a lovely high, because no matter how nice it sounds when a boy tells a girl she is the perfect drug, in practice, I want to know you are flying because I am your wings and not because we have to make it to Bill's on time for our next e fix, or meth, or a dance with the white lady or whatever the fuck we felt like doing that night." an excerpt from Microsoft Word & The Vicodin Heart by Anaiis Flox