History

I was reading same old pages,
rustling is better than silence. Toss the letters off the ledges,
I knew this kind of love is timeless.

People's made of dust and stars
from the heart to bluest sparkling eyes.
Rainy pavements, speeding cars
I see flecks of sunlight on the tiles.

I wear my glasses on my nose,
my mood ring on my right hand like charm.
I hold on to your bluest rose,
I'll never do no harm.

I just want to be part of your history.
Wish I'd take your hand, won't you let go?
Mystery
like the riddles I had loved to solve.
Wish I'd take your hand to show aglow.

I walk along art gallery.
See the scene the lovers twenty eight.
Then I came across the chandlery,
and the flame was screaming out my fate.

I turn another dusty page,
the lovers say "may truth beguile us".
I'm whispering "the things will change",
cause darkest time ain't always timeless.

And my clothes smell like your old bed,
and it makes my heart go burning red,
and I have breathed in just to say
"do you know, that I love you"?

I just want to be part of your history.
I'll never kill the light till you get in bed.
Mystery.
I just feel what's happening in your head,
wish you'd say "I wish you'd take my hand".

And now you're driving through the city lights,
you're somewhere there, I'm holding tight.
I feel you're near in the night,
so I'm just singing:

I just want to be part of your history.
In my inviting arms you stay to die.
Mystery.
I'll cut the curtains for the light.
Slippery,
but I hold your hand, won't let you fall.
History.
I'll cut the curtains to let in the light
if we want the dark - just leave them closed.

I just wanna be part of this history.
I'll be kind of princess, you'll be knight.
Electrify.
Make this paper plane and make it fly.
You're my litany,
and my shoulders here for you to cry.
Slippery,
but I hold your hand, won't let you fall.
Would you take my hand to not let go?