I need you in my blood; I am forsaking all the rest

[axeslade]

I know it makes me a horribly faggety dyke-tastic thing...

But sometimes? Blasting Come To My Window makes it all better.

Although, oh holy fuck first verse/chorus, are you hard to listen to right now.

I would dial the numbers
Just to listen to your breath
I would stand inside my hell
And hold the hand of death
You don't know how far I'd go
To ease this precious ache
You don't know how much I'd give
Or how much I can take

Just to reach you
Just to reach you
Just to reach you

Come to my window
Crawl inside, wait by the light
of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon