We are the fallen the dropped and crawlin. We are, we are- the youth of the na-a-tion. We dream in rhymes and speak in colors. Baby close your eyes, you might just see me. Just maybe. If you really try
They were careful not to mess up the sheets. wanted their lovemaking to be quiet so as to leave as little impression as possible, like a whisper, fading quickly with the breeze coming through the window in the morning.
