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Att gå igenom rädsla(baby I'm scared)
We got to stop meeting like this luv
here in the interdimensional
web of astral dreams
Sure its serene
sure is pure
sure is lust
sure is what it is..intense vibrations
timeless immortal, you know this though
how deep this well goes
You take my hand, gently guide me through it all, take me to the unseen
It's a beautiful thing trust like this
slap me about a little, tickle my fancies
just enough so as I persue you to the next location on the cosmic clock
You know where all the gateways lie
I hold all the keys We gods of time
Hold me a little longer
Play a moment more
Always the last dance
This connection is undeniable
be fools not to physically hook up now
It's just I'm....terrified
too damaged and fucked up
worried I won't have the stamina
to get my self to you, be easier to post
myself a tiny piece at a time
Baby I'm scared..ill have to fix myself
on the run, fearful when I get there
I'll collapse, all that healing come undone
like silken threads caught on rusty nails
dreading getting to you, being a useless
mess laying in a wet pool
I'll do what needs to be done
I'll tie up the loose ends
I'll find the strength for you
I am ready my love
here in the interdimensional
web of astral dreams
Sure its serene
sure is pure
sure is lust
sure is what it is..intense vibrations
timeless immortal, you know this though
how deep this well goes
You take my hand, gently guide me through it all, take me to the unseen
It's a beautiful thing trust like this
slap me about a little, tickle my fancies
just enough so as I persue you to the next location on the cosmic clock
You know where all the gateways lie
I hold all the keys We gods of time
Hold me a little longer
Play a moment more
Always the last dance
This connection is undeniable
be fools not to physically hook up now
It's just I'm....terrified
too damaged and fucked up
worried I won't have the stamina
to get my self to you, be easier to post
myself a tiny piece at a time
Baby I'm scared..ill have to fix myself
on the run, fearful when I get there
I'll collapse, all that healing come undone
like silken threads caught on rusty nails
dreading getting to you, being a useless
mess laying in a wet pool
I'll do what needs to be done
I'll tie up the loose ends
I'll find the strength for you
I am ready my love
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