Monday, 31 January 2011

Give me a chance, I'd make a permanent reservation


I hear your heart call for love,
Then you act like there’s no room.
Room for me, or anyone,
“Don’t disturb” is all I see.
Close the door, turn the key,
On everything that we could be.
If loneliness would move out,
I’d fill the vacancy.
In your heart, in your heart, in your heart,
In your heart, in your heart, in your heart.

Thanks Rach :')

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