Monday, February 12, 2007

The Proposition

open your ears i've got a little secret
and i'm not staring at the sun
if i tell you would you be happy
i'll whisper to you then i'll run

there is a shelter from storm
a special place where you reside
it's where i keep my love letters
it is locked up deep down inside

things may have changed
but on my sleeve is my heart
if you want it it's all yours
there could be a brand new start