You say you'll give me
Eyes in a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbour in the tempest
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you.
This song came into my head today whilst writing a term paper on courtship and marriage in 18th century England.
Isn't desire the pits?
3 comments:
i watched reality bites this last weekend and loved loved loved the montage with that song ~it is why U2 is the greatest band ever Irish poets know how to love
i prefer the original version of this post.
try as i might, i can't manage to share true emotion on my blog.
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