by frodo moria & lena vorstenbach
rushton seraphim & elspeth gordie, obernewtyn chronicles
Rushton lifted his fist over his head as if it were a club, his face blank and mindless. I looked in to his eyes and said, "I am your shield."
only if for a night, florence + the machine
And I heard your voice as clear as day
And you told me I should concentrate
It was all so strange and so surreal
That a ghost should be so practical
Only if for a night
And the only solution was to stand and fight
And my body was losing all the satellite
But you came over me like some holy life
And I know how this works, you're the only light
Only if for a night
heartlines, florence + the machine
Oh, the river, oh, the river, it's running free,
And I'll join in the joy it brings to me
But I know it'll have to drown me,
Before I can breathe easy,
And I've seen it in the flights of birds, I've seen it in you,
The entrails of the animals, the blood running through,
But in order to get to the heart, I think sometimes you have to cut through,
But you can.
Still I follow the heartlines on your hand,
This fantasy, this fallacy, this tumbling stone
Echoes of a city that's long overgrown,
Your heart is the only place that I call home,
I cannot be returned.
You can
rushton seraphim & elspeth gordie, obernewtyn chronicles
Rushton lifted his fist over his head as if it were a club, his face blank and mindless. I looked in to his eyes and said, "I am your shield."
only if for a night, florence + the machine
And I heard your voice as clear as day
And you told me I should concentrate
It was all so strange and so surreal
That a ghost should be so practical
Only if for a night
And the only solution was to stand and fight
And my body was losing all the satellite
But you came over me like some holy life
And I know how this works, you're the only light
Only if for a night
heartlines, florence + the machine
Oh, the river, oh, the river, it's running free,
And I'll join in the joy it brings to me
But I know it'll have to drown me,
Before I can breathe easy,
And I've seen it in the flights of birds, I've seen it in you,
The entrails of the animals, the blood running through,
But in order to get to the heart, I think sometimes you have to cut through,
But you can.
Still I follow the heartlines on your hand,
This fantasy, this fallacy, this tumbling stone
Echoes of a city that's long overgrown,
Your heart is the only place that I call home,
I cannot be returned.
You can
Last edited by Lena Vorstenbach on Thu Aug 30, 2012 5:55 am; edited 1 time in total
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