Sunday, January 13, 2008
Remembering Sunday - All Time LowForgive me, I'm trying to find. My calling, I'm calling at night. I don't mean to be a bother,But have you seen this girl?. She's been running through my dreams. And it's driving me crazy, it seems . I'm going to ask her to marry me
Even though she doesn't believe in love, He's determined to call her bluff. Who could deny these butterflies?. They're filling his gut
Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces. He pleads though he tries. But he's only denied. Now he's dying to get inside
The neighbors said she moved away. Funny how it rained all day. I didn't think much of it then. But it's starting to all make sense. Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds, Are following me in my desperate endeavor, To find my whoever, whoever SHE may be
I'm not coming back (forgive me). I've done something so terrible. I'm terrified to speak (I'm not calling,) . But you'd expect that from me
I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt, now the rain is just Washing you out of my hair and out of my mind. Keeping an eye on the world, From so many thousands of feet off the ground, I'm over you now . I'm at home in the clouds, and towering over your head
Remembering Sunday - All Time Low
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