They call 'em fingers but I ain't never seen 'em fing.
This world ain't nothing but anything.
I'll see you on the other side if we make it that far.
But seeing things now I don't know what our chances are.
Jump, jump, jump,
Off a cliff, off a bridge.
Jump, jump, jump,
Come home to me, let's live.
Do you miss me? Not as much as I miss you.
If we bet I'm ready to believe it's not true.
Lick your lips like flame licks the wood,
Dream like the world's on fire,
Dream like you should.
Jump, jump, jump,
Off a plane, into the rain.
Jump, jump, jump,
So we can be close again.
Miss me? Not as much as I miss you.
- Marjorye Dewsnap
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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