Thursday, June 10, 2010

It's a breeze flowing through a crack in a window

A scratched record you just can’t help but play
The beginning to a movie that makes you smile
A few words that got lost along the way.
You’re a kiss on my shoulder
Stories that are dying to be told
A campfire that could warm me through
And baby, I'm already calling you 'home'

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