You’re the magnet,
I’m the ground;
[So walk all over me].
Emotions, unsound.
Hanging by a thread,
Our relationship is the metal.
Baby it’s a war with gravity.
The stars were never too easy to reach,
But they’re now burning in the palm of my hand.
You were the magnet,
I was the ground.
You walked all over me.
Emotions, unsound.
Hanging by a thread,
Our relationship was the metal.
Baby ‘twas a war with gravity.
2/10/09
Friday
