1932 Overture
I think I'll go by a different name today
Cause I've met you for the first time again
You can call me well-versed, honey
But writers don't read
I'll be here waiting, bound by the things we came to be
Maybe I can learn how to fly from falling
Your press can heal me; your kiss can steal my sense
It's not even worth explaining how your words drop like honey from the air
It wouldn't be too smart to feel like that anymore
Writer/s: Lake Preston
