Project Loyde

Far into the dark
Your hand reaches my hand
Pull those lips apart
Give me your demand
When I close my eyes
I look back at that jump
No matter how high I fly
My head always stirs up
As the cars go by
You never lost your mind
Until one hit
You lost track of time
And it never crossed your mind
To watch your step
Playing around
With a glass gun
But if hold me tight
I'll throw you up into the sun
Soak up your heat
From your body as we sleep
And I turn around to tell you
Our love is so deep
You lost track of time
But you're still alive
And that is that
Scraped the skin from your spine
As the car hit that line
Between your ribs



Credits
Writer(s): Beverley Buchanan
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