when things get dark,
and the floor gives way to stars;
i look for you under the covers
a twitch of a hand, whisper of a name.
the planet is falling, away from time
we find each other under the covers
and we hold on tight.
when things get dark,
and the floor gives way to stars;
i look for you under the covers
a twitch of a hand, whisper of a name.
the planet is falling, away from time
we find each other under the covers
and we hold on tight.