Sunday, August 23, 2009
In the corners of her heart, you'll find what you seek, a photograph, just a peak, In Vancouver, in the corners of her heart, you'll find what you seek, her love.
Find my way to Vancouver, to our shotgun wedding, in the barrel of a gun, Feel your way to'ards her tongue, the kiss of her lips, just as she slips, Sweep her right off her feet.
'I could kiss you, with lines of escape in my mouth'
Find my way to Vancouver, where I'll wait.