When the routine bites hard
And ambitions are low.
And the resentment rides high
But emotions wont grow.
And were changing our ways,
Taking different roads.
Then love, love will tear us apart again.
Why is the bedroom so cold
Turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed,
Our respect run so dry?
Yet theres still this appeal
That weve kept through our lives.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Do you cry out in your sleep
All my failings expose?
Get a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold.
Is it something so good
Just cant function no more?
When love, love will tear us apart again xXx
And ambitions are low.
And the resentment rides high
But emotions wont grow.
And were changing our ways,
Taking different roads.
Then love, love will tear us apart again.
Why is the bedroom so cold
Turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed,
Our respect run so dry?
Yet theres still this appeal
That weve kept through our lives.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Do you cry out in your sleep
All my failings expose?
Get a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold.
Is it something so good
Just cant function no more?
When love, love will tear us apart again xXx
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So this is permanence, love's shattered pride.
What once was innocence, turned on its side.
A cloud hangs over me, marks every move,
Deep in the memory, of what once was love.
though twenty four hours makes me glad we got what little we did out of Ian Curtis.
hey ladyyyy hows it going? i have been away with the fairies of late and been too tired to update untill today! so woop woop!!
i loved the pics on your previous entry too. although there was something sinister about the stack of gnomes....