Tuesday, 6 August 2013

Strange Love.

Love is strange.
When there’s beauty on the inside,
The outside there’s nothing to change.

In the life that I know or after it I wanna be,
Someone to love with,
someone watching over me.

Rain or storm
the only ṗlace I wanna be
is close to the heart
of everything you’d ever need

The lightening’s not frightening
 when you are with me,
cause love is not always
 what you think it’ll be.

 Strange love,
 strange love for one-another.

 - Karen O