Does a falling leaf know where the wind will let it rest?
Does a blank canvas know what will be created of it?
i have read only as far as the story has been written.
Wrote with Love is a garden. it is every flower and blade of grass growing in that garden, every worm, man and ram living in that garden and it is the last words of every life that has ended in the shade of its trees. It is the print left by the hand of countless visitors
I see you waltz into the room
leaving none left for me to breathe
we have never met
and i am begging you to never leave.
You and your sexy little skirt
dancing round the room
dancing round my mind
the only truth that i hope you'll find is
We are the viking love story of our 21st century
We've grown out of our amour and village
But when called to fight
A viking never forgets how to pillage!
We will run from hill to hill
roaring our victory
over the loveless world
we've found ourselves in.
Around the world with you i'l spin
your sexy little skirt so thin
me in my boots with a belt
a freedom we've never felt
The world we've seen
will become the world thats been
laying slain beneath our sword
leaving room for a world of lovers!
A world of fathers and mothers,
sisters and brothers
a world with a history book 1 page long
"love conquered all"
" victory was in the fall."
and all that remained was
the viking love story
of the 21st century
The adam and eve of a new world
Around the dance floor we swirled
Put our swords to rest for the day
and made love all night in the hay
You will leave my room before japans rising sun
Forever in search of you i will run..
So please wont you come and talk to me
sexy little skirt,
the sand is running low
come take off my shirt.