I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in
If I could walk on water, I can tell you whats next
Make you believe, make you forget
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I miss the sound of your voice
The loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violent, sweet,
perfect words that you said
If I could walk on water, if i could tell you whats next,
make you believe, make you forget
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
I miss the pull of your heart
I can taste the sparks on your tongue
I see angels and devils
And God
when you come on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on love
Singin' shalala la
Singin' shalala la
ooo
ooo
ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
Come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me, drown me in love
(come on get higher, loosen my lips)It's all wrong
(faith and desire at the swing of your hips)It's all wrong
(just to pull me down hard and drown me in love)It's all right
So, come on, get higher
Come on, get higher
'Cause everything works love
Everything works in your arms









I hope to see you again in my gallery!
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Valentina Blasi Photography
I'm sorry, but I cannot reply and thank you all because of the filter which doesn't allow me to post too many messages in a row!
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"There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker."
-Gabrielle Zevin
~Olivia
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"Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amid joy." Arthur Helps
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please,
look at me.
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"There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker."
-Gabrielle Zevin
~Olivia
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please,
look at me.
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