Tekstovi: Yellowcard. Rocket.

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Sleeping late on...
warm afternoon
waking up to...
bright silver moon

silent words from...
my heart to you
my empty filled...
filled up with you

rockets fly
rockets fly
i slip another smile in your pocket
my heart is racing to you like a rocket

rockets fly...
into my sky
i slip another smile in your pocket
my heart is racing to you like a rocket
the two of us we dream like one
our energy could light the sun
the two of us take breath as one
the two of us
the two of us