they say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone / / they say that your darkest hour comes before your dawn

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Crowded House;

Whenever I fall at your feet
And you let your tears rain down on me
Whenever I touch your slow turning pain

The finger of blame has turned upon itself
And I'm more than willing to offer myself
Do you want my presence or need my help
Who knows where that might lead

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