Philip B. Price - A Gothic Frieze

Pictures of you I've never seen
Keep falling out of my wallet
Your number is on the planetarium walls
Daring me not to call it
And I keep falling back in time
I go gothic in the sunshine
I'm being kept alive
By the look in your eyes
I'm breathing butterflies
Coming back home to you
Was the only thing that I could do

Written by:
Philip Price

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