Songs I Write | III

Script

Face like a boy in worn out jeans
Mind like a boy with his lego piece
Embrace, one from a movie screen
You talk like a script, I can't help but scream

Face like the one I had only dreamed
Mind that I lose mine over in the street
Race him to the end where we'll meet
Collide, like continents, skin under the sheets

Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh

Face like a prince from a fairytale
Mind like a print, in codes, I never tell
Amazing how everything gets better as well
Amazes me how I know I'll never leave, hell

I know I'll never leave him
Know I could never not see him
I could try for an hour at most, but then
I fall, crashing, like a house - walls thin

Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh

Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh

Speaks in tongue I won't understand
Smiles like he knows the effect he has
Weak is what I am without his hand
So bleak is the weather, but when he's around - grand

Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh

Oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh