Cest-La-Vie's Journal

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  • LIke That

    by Cest-La-Vie on November 17, 2012

    I watched your head spin around
    Not like Emily Rose
    Just a little more beautiful than that
    More like Sarah Hughes
    Circa 2002
    You would win the gold with your eccentricities
    Beauty and charm and you don’t even notice all that

    And when you dance in the stars
    I see the moon light up
    I feel the world in your arms
    The seven wonders can’t compare to something like that
    And the fire of your lips
    Burning brighter than red
    Burning blue in your eyes
    Keeps me hypnotized as you lay down your head

    So don’t slow down
    We’ve got a back seat Cadillac
    But we can do better than that
    Run the traffic light
    Nobody’s there
    And the cops don’t care for two young souls
    Lost in the dead of the night

    And we’ll make it
    Like the fire inside
    No need to fake it
    ‘Cause we’ve never been more alive

    And when you dance in the stars
    I see the moon light up
    I feel the world in your arms
    The seven wonders can’t compare to something like that
    And the fire of your lips
    Burning brighter than red
    Burning blue in your eyes
    Keeps me hypnotized as you lay down your head

    We’ll fall asleep in the stars
    And let the moon light up
    We’ll look back where we are
    The world alive will never be greater than that
    Than the fire of your lips
    Than the warmth of your bed
    Than the blue in your eye
    As you wake up to the light that shines on your head

    And the fire of your lips
    Burning brighter than red
    Burning blue in your eyes
    Keeps me hypnotized as you take over my head
    Like that

    Like that

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  • Midnight

    by Cest-La-Vie on November 17, 2012

    Sweet, young lust
    All the stardust in her eyes 
    Waking up to see the light
    Waiting for the night 

    As she was waiting
    Her heart was racing for the guy
    His voice, a twinkling lullaby
    Floating through the night

    Days, so slow
    Lights, so low
    Nights, solo from the outside
    Sky’s bluer
    And lies, truer
    Sighs, through her through the night

    And when the sunrise
    Meets the blue skies of the day
    She’ll be pining in the grey
    Only half awake

    Come tomorrow
    She’ll drown in sorrow reveries
    Counting the hours ‘til the dreams
    Wrap her in sheets of sateen 

    Days, so slow
    Lights, so low
    Nights, solo from the outside
    Sky’s bluer
    And lies, truer
    Sighs, through her through the night

    He was a lie
    She was alive 

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