The tempature has not even droped
since this afternoon
as the soft wind blows
so sweetly and kindly
funny how the think that it is fall
I still say that it is summer
As we sit by the water
and began to lose ourselves
in the perfect world
that we have created
not even a word is spoken
not even a thing is done
the pure sound of silence
is our best friend
On a night like tonight
we are lost in this dream
nothing else matters
But the touch of a hand
On a night like tonight
I still feel perfect
like the world is mine
and I can do whatever
I so simply want |
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