Lyrics:
Once upon a time's how it starts
Baby you and me are like sparks
Just like a light in the dark, in the dark
We are like a solar eclipse
When we get close and we kiss
Spend our lives waiting for this, for this
Across the sky, you shoot your bow and arrow
And I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours
Will we survive, or break up in the atmosphere
BEFORE I'M YOURS
I'm yours, I'm yours
Across the sky, you shoot your bow and arrow
And I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours
Our colors start to collide
Like a rainbow, baby so bright
The kind of feeling we just can't hide, just can't hide
Everyone can see our hearts tonight
Looks like love at first sight
Across the sky, you shoot your bow and arrow
And I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours
Will we survive, or break up in the atmosphere
BEFORE I'M YOURS
I'm yours
We move at the speed of light
It's too late to slow down
Meteor lighting up the night
We will safely touch the ground
BEFORE I'M YOURS
BEFORE I'M YOURS
Across the sky, you shoot your bow and arrow
And I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours
Will we survive, or break up in the atmosphere
BEFORE I'M YOURS
I'm yours, I'm yours
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Once upon a times how it starts, and Jax is still refusing to have anything to do with me. It's like a solar eclipse has passed over my heart, making everything dark. It's my last night in L.A. before I pack up my life, and he is nowhere to be found at the dinner table for my last family super.
Kellan and Dusty made it, even after I went to their house to break the news, and I was still mad from my encounter with Myles. Nolan, Momma, and Papa Jones are here chattering away as food is being passed around the table. This isn't a sad goodbye dinner for me, everyone is happy and smiling. So, why do I feel so sad right now?
Momma made my favorite pasta dish with Vodka sauce -- usually she boycotts that kind of sauce for reasons only she knows -- but I've barely touched my plate of food. My appetite is lost with the thought of him, and if this is how it's going to be for the rest of my life. I refuse to leave on a sad note.
"Is he really not going to come down for dinner?" I asked Momma Jones, in a low voice.
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Romie Adler's Musical Guide
RomanceRomie Adler has been a devoted fan of music since she could remember, so much so that she chose a career path that involved making it; the words of the music that is. She is so close to graduating from UCLA with a degree in songwriting that she can...
