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if Love Wasn't For Breaking

Contributed by Franciswolf on Sunday, 29th July 2007 @ 03:42:30 AM in AEST
Topic: LoveRemembered

In parking lots, old dusting rooms, its fair to say we fall too soon
That everythings just waiting for a moment to a moment, yeah
And back awhile, long moments ago, you clenched my heart you stole my soul
Then I took it back, cause I couldnt lack its comfortable sorrow
If bridges werent for jumping, whyd they build them so high?
If love wasnt for breaking, you better find me a reason why, you better find me reason why

Wolf, he plays teenage boy, packs his bags, moves back to Troy
Acts like hed never left till he gets to the walls he trashed and split
And plays miniature golf with a silver club, bashes plastic monsters, collects ticket stubs
Wins his key chain in the window stain then crawls back to his car

Phantom girl she is far behind, her bodies both the bread and wine
Hed once drink to pronounce himself full, sent out to kill, have your fill
Do you remember tragedy? Old stale romances majesty? Honey I think I do
Could we call that through? Between the dark of summer carnivals and sparkling light of winter funerals, theres something called me and you

He remembers back when this was home, it was once full, hes now alone
There are no friendly faces, just dirty pools and untrimmed mazes
Memories ago he took the toll, she was pregnant he was sold,
Not the father, just a winner, out to risk what he could not control
Three months later, a clinic visit pass, do fires want us to see the ash?

There is a picture on his bedroom wall; it gives him the same feeling it did last fall
That there are permanents, something never changes
Except this time theres a crack across its side, taped over, made to hide
And there are no more reasons now, hes got to find home somehow

In ballroom dances, marble tombs, its fair to say we fall too soon
That everythings just waiting for a moment to a moment, yeah
And not too very long ago, you clenched my heart you stole my soul
Then I left it up for grabs, because I couldnt stand the comfortable sorrow
If eyes werent for tears, why did they make them so wed cry?
If love wasnt for breaking, you better find me a reason why, you better find me a reason why

Copyright © Franciswolf ... [ 2007-07-29 03:42:30]
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