wrote these last night:
heaven sent/hell bent
it's below zero outside
so i'm drying icicles on your pillow
i try to block out the light
i try to paint out the shadows
i'm caught in the crossfire
caught in barbed wire
cos you're heaven-sent
and made by angels
and i'm hell-bent on making you mine
do i live on in selfish hope?
do i live my life without you?
we'll wait and we'll find
we'll find songs and answers in the dust
i'm caught in the crossfire
caught in barbed wire
cos you're heaven-sent
made by angels
and i'm hell-bent on making you mine
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trying to find a little chaos in the order..
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