MARK MY WORDS -


Flecks in your eyes that make selective blind spots, and my transgressions,
Coupled with the tips, fingers that can slip behind and take away the pressure,
Tripping on the notions that torture my emotions, and stray from calm to storm,
I guess that life unrisked is equally unmissed, and so … I’ll forge ahead alone …

Mark my words … you’ll see me here again …
Mark my words … the day our lives begin …

Holes in my disguise, that make apparent my thoughts, and my confessions,
Coupled with glimpse, of missing confidence, you slip behind and take away the guesses,
Tripping on the notions that torture my emotions, and stray from calm to storm,
I guess that life unrisked is equally unmissed, and so … I’ll forge ahead alone …

Mark my words … you’ll see me here again …
Mark my words … the day our lives begin …

And I know the promise is nothing without the circle and the stone,
But I still promise … I’m going to make you mine and mine alone …
Mark my words … you’ll see me here again …
Mark my words … today our lives begin …

And I know the promise is nothing without the circle and the stone,
But I still promise … I’m going to make you mine and mine alone …
And I know the promise is nothing without the circle and the stone,
But I still promise … I’m going to make you mine and mine alone …