Beautiful Destruction
(Smith)

Your eyes, sublime
Slowly burn their way through mine
But now I've come
Gonna ride it to the end of the line
Defined: and stumped
Directed by another style
If I can dig this up
The time has come, the doorman smiles

Beautiful destruction
Calling me in
Pulling like the tide
The stars draw too near

I dreamed I died
Falling through the dark of night
Your voice in me
The only thing I could hear in flight
So thus, we see
More than comfort could provide
As it tears me up
I know the gate is open wide

Beautiful destruction
Calling me in
Pulling like the tide
The stars draw too near


© 2004 Andy Smith
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