'soon this space will be too small and I'll laugh so hard that the walls cave in then I'll die three times and be born again in a little box with a golden key and a flying fish will set me free ... soon this space will be too small and I'll go outside and I'll go outside'... lhasa de sela







"Fragile
Like a baby in your arms Be gentle with me I'd never willingly
Do you harm Apologies
Are all you seem to get from me
But just like a child You make me smile When you care for me
And you know...
It's a question of lust
It's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting What we've built up Crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more That keep up together Independence Is still important for us though (we realise) It's easy to make The stupid mistake Of letting go (do you know what I mean)
My weaknesses You know each and every one (it frightens me) But I need to drink More than you seem to think Before I'm anyone's And you know... It's a question of
lust
It's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting
What we've built up
Crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more That keep up together
Kiss me goodbye When I'm on my own But you know that I'd Rather be home..."










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