BLEEDING HISTORY

 Let me be in love with your living shadow

Let me be in love with your faded footsteps

Those cold winter nights and those dim lights

Those movies and those endless quickies

Those little talks and many walks

 Kings of leon playing in the background

Whispers of passion sinking all around

 Drunken faithfulness begging for promise

Hidden insecurity screaming for release

Let us make love to that Christmas we missed

Let us make love to that New Year that slipped

Let us make love to our story

Let us make love to our last glory

Let me be in love with my nervous yesterday

Let me be in love with my bleeding history