
We throw caution to the wind
and we fantasise
about leaving
it all behind.
our hands clasp, lips meet,
you bring me to my knees
and you believe every word when I say
catch me
stay with me
come away with me
and tell me we were meant to be.
and we fantasise
about leaving
it all behind.
our hands clasp, lips meet,
you bring me to my knees
and you believe every word when I say
catch me
stay with me
come away with me
and tell me we were meant to be.
Fifteen years ago, I was standing at the bar when a friend I’d only just met gave me a piece of advice. “Right now it will feel like you...
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