- I don't know if you're ready to go where I'm willing to take you girl. I will feel every inch of your skin and you know I can rock your world. I will be the calm in the storm you're looking for, I'll be the shipwreck that takes you down. I don't mind if you lie in my bed we can stay here forever now. Turn off the lights, take off your clothes, turn on the stereo. Give up the fight, I'm in control, Why don't you let it go? I want to know you inside out. I'll spend my life trying to figure out. Just close your eyes and shut your mouth and let me kiss you inside out. I don't care if you steal all my air, we can breath in together as one. It's all right if you're here every night waking up with you in the sun. We start with an hour and we find we waste the day kicking back with the love we found. I don't mind if you lie in my bed. We can stay here forever now. Let me love you, let me love you, let me love you babe.
- Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands? Close your eyes and trust it, just trust it. Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air? Have you ever looked fear in the face and said I just don't care? It's only half past the point of no return. The tip of the iceberg, the sun before the burn. The thunder before lightning, the breath before the phrase. Have you ever felt this way? Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone? Your whole life waiting on the ring to prove you're not alone. Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry? Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside? It's only half past the point of oblivion. The hourglass on the table, the walk before the run. The breath before the kiss and the fear before the flames. Have you ever felt this way? La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. There you are, sitting in the garden, clutching my coffee, calling me sugar. You called me sugar. Have you ever wished for an endless night? Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight. Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself, Will it ever get better than tonight? Tonight.
- Polly, she is fine, and she's kind. She's fallen for a sailor, and he to her proved kind. He said, "I'm sorry for to say, Polly I must sail away. Oh but I will take you dancing upon our wedding day." Seven years are o'er, seven years or more, Polly's waiting for her sailor, she weeps there on the shore.At length a man came by, weeping Polly he did spy, "Maiden let me take you dancing and let your tears be dry." Polly in surprise, she wipes her tear and then she sighs, "I fear that my young sailor on the ocean bed lies. For you I've not a care, for my heart is with him there, and I'll never go a-dancing with you I do declare." Polly don't you see, oh that happy now we'll be, for I am your young sailor who's come home from the sea. And here with you I'll stay and no more I'll sail away, but we will go a-dancing upon our wedding day."
- Oh the year was 1542, in the springtime, love, in the springtime, love. Marguerite, her man, and her servant, too. They roamed the hills of Newfoundland, the hills of Newfoundland. Oh, all around you, Marguerite, in the springtime, love, in the springtime, love. There are woods to hide and berries to eat on the hills of Newfoundland, my love. On the hills of Newfoundland. Oh the serving maid on guard she stood, in the springtime, love, in the springtime, love. While they made a bed in that lonely wood on the hills of Newfoundland, my love. On the hills of Newfoundland. Oh, uncle dear, what have I done? In the springtime, love, in the springtime love. I have loved a man and will bear his son on the hills of Newfoundland it was, on the hills of Newfoundland. Oh from my sight forever go! In the springtime, love, in the springtime love. The world of men no longer know –To the Île of des Démons you go, to the Île of des Démons. After eight long months her young man died. Marguerite grew strong, Marguerite grew strong. Then the serving maid and then her child on the hills of Newfoundland, my love, on the hills of Newfoundland. Oh, alone and lonely, lost in prayer. Oh, a year went by, oh, a year went by. When a fishing party found her there on the hills of Newfoundland it was, on the hills of Newfoundland. Oh, uncle dear, you thought I’d died in the springtime, love, in the springtime, love. But with my God and love I did survive Le Île of des Démons, mon oncle Le Île of des Démons. Oh, her love is gone and her child grows cold, Oh, the years go by, oh, the years go by. But Marguerite in France grows old and she thinks back to the days of love on the hills of Newfoundland. So come now take my hand in the springtime, love, in the springtime, love. And like Marguerite we’ll make our stand and we’ll live and love as woman and man, on the hills of Newfoundland.
sep 12 2012 ∞
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