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Death Lyrics

i love the feeling when we lift up
watching the world so small below
i love the dreaming when i think of
the safety in the clouds out my window
i wonder what keeps us so high up
could there be a love beneath these wings
if we suddenly fall should i scream out
or keep very quiet and cling to my mouth as i'm crying
so frightened of dying
relax yes i'm trying
but fears got a hold on me

yes, this fears got a hold on me

i love the quiet of the night time
when the sun is drown in a deathly sea
i can feel my heart beating as i speed from
the sense of time catching up with me
the sky set out like a pathway
but who decides which road we take
as people drift into a dream world
i close my eyes as my hands shake and when i see a new day
who's driving this anyway
i picture my own grave
cause fears got a hold on me

yes this fears got a hold on me

Floating neither up or down i wonder when i hit the ground
will the earth beneath my body shake
and cast your sleeping hearts awake
could it tremble stars from moonlit skies
could it drag a tear from your cold eyes
i live on the right side i sleep on the left
that's why everythin is got to be love or death

yes this fears got a hold on me
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Vampire Diaries Quotes

You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure, and even a little danger... I want you to get everything you're looking for. But for right now, I want you to forget that this happened. Can't have people knowing I'm in town yet. Goodnight, Elena.


Dear Elena, yes you heard that correctly. Hell has frozen over. I'm writing it all down. Granted, I'm half a bottle in thanks to my 1950 Chateau Cheval Blanc, a bottle I waited 65 years to open. I used to spend nights sitting in my wine cellar convincing myself I could hear it age, tannins growing, fermenting, but appreciating its beauty didn't make time go by any faster. The bottle just laid there on its shelf, torturing me while I waited for Katherine and time stood still. Eventually I convinced myself that no sip of that wine could ever taste as good as I dreamt it would. And that is the story of why I drink bourbon. I don't know who I am without you, but I know that as long as I'm with you, time will stand still. So who is Damon Salvatore without Elena Gilbert? A selfish friend, a jealous brother, a horrible son? Or maybe with a little luck, I'll do right by you. Because you may be a thousand miles away or a hundred years away, but you're still here with me and my heart is right there in that coffin with you. Until you come back to me.