Places - Owel

We recite our favorite lines from our favorite silent films

Every word with quiet eyes and every touch a novel

And we pretend to love like them

Cue the orchestra to swell when our eyes meet

Rising louder now with every rushed heartbeat

So I’ll be hopeless, gazing out a train

And you, compelled to trade names

Our two hands enact the scene

Casting shadows on the wall

First they elegantly greet and then begins the waltz

Cue the orchestra to swell when our mouths meet

Rising louder now until we’re under sheets

So I’ll be hopeless, stranger cross the bar

And you, who’ll save me from my black heart

I’ll be your, I’ll…

Yeah, I’ll be your… oh-oh

Yeah, I’ll be your, your wanderer

Yeah, I’ll be, oh, I’ll be yours

So I’ll be hopeless, hopelessly deranged

And you, a voice a million miles away

Yeah, I’ll be yours

I’ll be yours

Yeah, I’ll be yours

Your own, your own