i would like to meet anyone passionate about anything at all.
thursday and glassjaw.
dead songs- thursday.
When the sun comes up,
I can see that you're not here,
And the whole world stops
But the wind-up bird keeps winding up its string
And the days go by and you don't come back
But I know you will because there's something pulling both of us
Back and forth, up and down
All around, in and out of love
And I've been holding on,
Holding on for so long that I can't let you go
Even when we're apart I can feel you next to me
There's a hidden love connecting us like voices on a string
At the bottom of the well, in the middle of the day
You're the passing sunlight
Stay with me, don't go away
I can hear your voice cutting through the wire
It's the silver spark connecting us and pulling me
Back and forth, up and down
All around, in and out of love
And I've been holding on,
Holding on for so long that I can't let you go
Even when we're apart I can feel you next to me
There's a hidden love connecting us like voices on a string
Even when I'm alone I can tell you're with me
There's a hidden love connecting us
And I'm holding on by a string
Back and forth, up and down
In and out, all around
Back and forth, up and down
In and out, all around this love
Even when we're apart I can feel you next to me
There's a hidden love connecting us
I'm holding on, holding on by a string
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You are my anchor.
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you are my anchor,
binding me to the sea's bed,
saving me from the waves, and the rip tides,
and the great whites.
i really don't know,
if i'd of fell from the map,
or sailed into the sun, without you to hold me safe and still.
daniel james mountjoy 2009. for my dad.
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"i know i will see you again"
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