The telegraph gave us hope. Before was the silence and the panic it brought. The sky was the blankest sheet. We drew lines upon it. so our thoughts could meet.
Hey baby, Mrs. Cold. Acting so tough,. Didn't know you had it in you so be hurt at all. You waited too long. You should've hook me,. before I put my raincoat on.
If you wanna be my friend. You want us to get along. Please do not expect me to. Wrap it up and keep it there. . The observation I am doing could. Easily be understood.
Crossroads and given the option. To pass and look back at goals I've missed. Rainbows or burning bridges. If you squint a little more it looks the same.