Dana Delaine |
A collection of things that I love, and things I want to remember. Seattle. |
Oh she’d lie on her bed
and stare into harsh white light
and think that her heart’s not right
‘Cause love took her hand like a thief
took her heart like a robber
and the feelings that scare her
become her relief
Just let me run where I want to run
Just let me love who I want.
Just let me run where I want to run
Just let me love who I want.
There are no rules for this love
Just keep your head and don’t give up
Like all the fools who play it smart.
Lose your head just for your heart, just for your heart