Everything is safely stored in the Archives
'cause you dance in my head,
in my heart,
in my everything
you belong
I’m slipping inbetween you and your big dreams.
It’s always you in my big dreams…
the present’s just a pleasant interruption to the past
I always catch the clock — it’s 11:11 and now you want to talk..
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map