Monday, May 31, 2010

An Empty House is Not a Home

Rediscovered love for Keane's Atlantic.


I hope all my days
Will be lit by your face
I hope all the years
Will hold tight our promises

I don't wanna be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don't wanna be old and feel afraid

I don't wanna be old and sleep alone
An empty house is not a home
I don't wanna be old and feel afraid

And if I need anything at all

I need a place
That's hidden in the deep
Where lonely angels sing you to your sleep
Though all the world is broken

I need a place
Where I can make my bed
A lover's lap where I can lay my head
Cause now the room is spinning
The day's beginning


More interesting things having to do with my actual life later, sorry for the lack of interesting updates. The photo above is mine, and was taken in Chicago.

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