my filthy heart.
Published Sunday, September 28, 2008 by jovi | E-mail this post
and the snow falls down.
melts before it even hits the ground.and i'm standing here.listening to the sound of your hand washing back and forth. across my filthy heart.
and i don't know.
if i should say "i'm sorry" or "thank you".i try to speak but the tears choke the words.
and i think i finally know what they mean when.
they talk about joy.
mineral - februaryi want to be a believer.i surrender my filthy heart.i want a taste of joy.