wounded by desire
wounded by desire
about you and your face; i think you hold enough
beauty within you to light up the whole wide world.
look at what's happening; it's time for you to
hold on to your string.
oh balloon, don't burst your string.
cold fun; heart on fire.
you leave me wounded by desire.
i titled it 'she', 'cause i didn't know you enough,
but something within you lit up my whole blue world.
look at us now, girl; i am still holding
on to your blue string.
oh balloon, my everything,
old fun never dies.
you are worth a million tries.
nothing makes sense when loneliness enters; i
may not be much, and we might no live to see
the day of communion, but i still admire thee.