how quickly
How quickly laughter turns to weeping smiles to dust longing, to leaving sunset, to rust.
How quickly laughter turns to weeping smiles to dust longing, to leaving sunset, to rust.
Just kiss me in the dark, baby. Love me in the light. Make my eyes shine gold, baby with your golden light. Give me what I want, baby- take my hand and run love me in the light, baby before the light is gone.