Stockholm Syndrome
What's the matter, why don't you answer
What's the matter with me
Cause it's so hard to be
Free and easy, to disappear completely
Hardly as alone as glad
You're heart is broken, and the doors are open
As you're hoping to be
There's brighter places to see
Hands need warming, early in the morning
Hardly as alone a surprise
No, don't warn me
I know it's wrong, but I swear it won't take long
And I know, you know,
It makes me sigh; I do believe in love
No, don't warn me
I know it's wrong, but I swear it won't take long
And I know, you know,
It makes me sigh; I do believe, I do believe...
Another season, of the same old feelings
Another reason could be
I'm tired of aching, summer's what you make it
But I'll believe what I want to believe
You know, some things are just so perfect that you wouldn't change a note, a moment. The world disappears and you're swallowed up in the beauty of the artform I loved before I knew what art was and will love when I'm too old to care what art is. Viva pop.
posted by Dr Zen @ 12:20 pm
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