i need the patience to convince her over and over my life won't be complete without her, that she's the missing piece. and i need something to keep renewing this patience over and over again, to keep trying and trying cos i know we'll regret this mistake. and i think i have it. its called love.
move let the stars
suck you in
hold tight,
the night's air and breathe again
let go
and be burnt by the moon
your hands
full of feeling your true love,
believe