9/09/2011

death

I love the feeling when we lift off
Watching the world so small below
I love the dreaming when I think of
The safety in the clouds out my window
I wonder what keeps us so high up
Could there be a love beneath these wings
If we suddenly fall should I scream out
Or keep very quiet and cling to my mouth as I’m crying
So frightened of dying
Relax, yes, I’m trying
But fear's got a hold on me

Yes, this fear's got a hold on me
(white lies on repeat recently)



6 kommentarer:

  1. Åh, White Lies <3

    (Og et hjerte til bildene dine, fine som alltid!)

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  2. / Fine, fine solsikken. Jeg smilte når jeg leste det.

    Bildene er så spesielle og fine. Jeg likte det øverste veldig godt.

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  3. Det nederste <3
    bakgrunnsbilde!

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