We, by Cutie In A Death Cab Subscribe to rss feed for Cutie In A Death Cab

you with me
it just can't be
u and i 
just don't spell 'we'

love is tough
i know it's true
it's got me feeling
so dark blue

but in my dreams
you hold me near
and all my desires
become clear

the stars do shine
the moon does glow
and even the wind
does lightly blow

the door to utopia
and you hold the key
that fits the lock
so perfectly

it seems too good
to be real
and soon fades
my short-lived zeal

i realize that
my scene so divine 
has only existed
in my mind

because you with me
it just can't be
u and i
just don't spell 'we'

Posted: 2005-01-21 00:05:40 UTC

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