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Yeah (stop, stop, stop, stop) You’ll only get your wings wet Oh, oh, (oh, oh….) ooooh (stop, stop, stop, stop) As the day falls into darkness, you come up to me quietly You save me from a nightmare, but before I’m aware you seem to fade away (as if you were never there) It’s just as if I’ve lost you, you, you The night sky’s empty, silent... out there nothing moves So, baby, hold on I need to be with you, but the distance between us is so vast that I don’t know what to do You're showered by the glow of the moonlight It's so enchanting; can’t get you out of my mind Frozen like an image; barely in sight, but there forever Can’t reach out to touch you or to hold you in my arms Even if I close my eyes, I can never dream of …show more content…
I know I need to stop, stop, stop, stop, yeah I let you go without calling out to you ‘cause I’m scared my tears, baby, will only get your wings wet You hide your pain underneath a smile even though you’ve been hurting for a long while I see the trembling of your fragile wings I can tell you’re suffering I’m telling you You can stay here, right by my side I’ll keep you safe with me, you’ll be fine I’ll hold you ’til dawn, and following the moon, you can fly to tomorrow Don’t look back, yeah Can’t reach out to touch you or to hold (oh) you in my arms (whoo) Even if I close my eyes, I can never dream of you (oh~) ‘Cause you’re not here with me; you’re not in my story It only hurts, the more I try to get to you (I swear I cannot stop loving) I know this needs to stop, stop, stop, stop, yeah I know I need to stop, stop, stop, stop, yeah (tonight, yeah) I let you go without calling out to you ‘cause I’m scared my tears, baby, will only get your wings wet (stop, stop, stop, stop) You’ll only get your wings wet You’ll only get your wings wet (stop, stop, stop, stop) You’ll only get your wings wet (You’ll only get your wings wet) You’ll only get your wings wet (stop, stop, stop, stop…..) You’ll only get your wings
When listening to the song you can experience many different emotions, it means so many different things to everyone. As a finale to the album Liam’s once again gravelly yet polished up voice almost giving you time to reflect on the journey that the album has taken from “Hello” right to “Champagne Supernova”.
My body fills with excitement, this is the longboat I have been assigned to. A thundering horn booms through the air, coming from the docks. Quickly, my leisurely walk becomes a steady
Oh boy you drive me crazy B**** you make me hurl They call me Superman Leap tall hoes in a single bound I'm single now Got no ring on this finger now I'll never let another chick bring me down
Unable to fly, spreading feathers, flapping around like a maniac with my clipped wings, bumping into everything on the way, spreading panic all over the place, hope was all that kept me going! Like a pale autumn leaf being taken here and there by the wild wind of life, not sure which direction I was heading towards, I was going. I was going, running around listlessly; not stopping. I was going.
You looked away, pursed your lips and hesitant to speak And love, in that moment, I already knew But you didn’t let me speak, you just walked away As if you forgot your promise that you will stay I held your arms and pull you back; to let you know that I want you back But in that moment, I already
As she sings “And I’m like,” the song climaxes into a swell of “oohs,” seemingly feigning sex
You’re glumping the pond where the Humming-fish hummed! No more can they hum, for their gills are all gummed. So I’m sending them off. Oh, their future is dreary. They’ll walk on their fins and get woefully weary In search of some water that isn’t so smeary. I hear things are just as bad up in Lake Erie.
SPLASH! Aaliyah fell right into the ocean. She was soaking wet, she had seaweed all over herself even in her hair. Aaliyah looked stressed “ Ugh I will never be able to learn how to fly” sighed Aaliyah. Aaliyah looked over she saw Peter laughing at her.
The tendrils of the beast, though cooling my skin as they were, pushed the serenity of comfort onto my features, as if greeting me as an old friend as soon as I knew she was happy in this second: a moment that is so, unfortunately, ending. My breath skims my chapped lips in the midst of a heaving breath, and I miss her hot pressure above my chin.
He could fly and fly he did. He soared above the clouds where he relished in the feeling of the sun against his wings and then dived back down below where he continued to enjoy his newfound abilities. This continued for hours on end until Nathaniel decided he should share his achievement with the village and brag to those who mocked and doubted him. He had not ventured far when he realized how they might react to his new form and thought it best to stay away from the village for now and make refuge in the woods he often
The feeling pulls me back to the first time we held each other this way. I knew when she held me then that she loved me, but the way she is holding me now wasn’t love, she needs me to save her. Daisy didn’t have to pretend, I know I’m the only one who can give her the life she wants. “Everything will be fine, Daisy!” I say looking down at her shining teary blue eyes.
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The lyrics, “You had me crying for you honey, and it never would've gone away, no. You used to shine so bright, but I watched all of it fade” (Swift.) I incorporated these lines to show how sick and tired i became of his abusive words and how it affected me personally. In final conclusion of this toxic romance, I came to a realization that a significant other is not always needed to have compassion shown towards you or to give a boost of confidence.
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And now it comes back to me in a rush: staggering down the steps to the beach, throwing off my shoes and backpack, running into the sea. I can’t swim. I never even paddle. I’d laid down under whirling stars in a sky as mad and alive as a Van Gogh painting, and dared