Circle me and the needle moves gracefully,
Back and forth-
If my heart was a compass you'd be north.
You're the sky that I fell through. And I remember the view, Whenever I'm holding you. The sun hung from a string- looking down on the world as it warms over everything.
Chills run down my spine as our fingers entwine and your sighs harmonize with mine. Unmistakably I can still feel your heart beat fast when you dance with me.
We got older and I should've known (Do you feel alive?)
That I'd feel colder when I walk alone (Oh, but you'll survive)
So I may as well ditch my dismay
Bombs away, bombs away
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