(Source: smoothiesaddiction)
Why I want to do Peds
Why my friends don’t
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I was looking for a breath of life
For a little touch of heavenly light
But all the choirs in my head say, no oh oh
To get a dream of life again
A little vision of the sight at the end
But all the choirs in my head say, no oh oh
But I would need one more touch
Another taste of heavenly rush
And I believe, I believe it so oh oh oh
And I would need one more touch
Another taste of divine rush
And I believe, I believe it so oh oh oh
Who’s side am I on? Who’s side am I?
Who’s side am I on? Who’s side am I?
Who’s side am I on? Who’s side am I?
And the feel of it rushes through me
From my heart down to my legs
But the room is so quiet, oh oh oh
And although I was losing my mind
It was a call that was so sublime
But the room is so quiet, oh oh oh
I was looking for a breath of life
A little touch of heavenly light
But all the choirs in my head say, no oh oh
To get a dream of life again
A little vision of the sight at the end
But all the choirs in my head say, no oh oh
[Instrumental]
It’s a long way and it’s come from paper
And I always say, We should be together
I can see the look, because this song has ended
And if you are gone, I will not be long (Be long, be long, be long)
And I started to hear it again but this time it wasn’t the end
And the room is so quiet, oh oh oh
And my heart is the heart of a life
For the devil to dance again
And the room is too quiet
I was looking for the breath of a life
A little touch of a heavenly life
But all the choirs in my head say no, oh oh
The point slashed just beneath his eyes, and he felt its cold hard touch and then a blaze of pain. His head spun around as if he’d been slapped. […] Finally he rolled over the side and lay breathless and exhausted, flat on his back. Balls of green and orange flame crackled overhead, leaving streaks between the stars. He had a moment to think how pretty it was before Ser Mandon blocked out the view. The knight was a white steel shadow, his eyes shining darkly behind his helm. Tyrion had no more strength than a rag doll. Ser Mandon put the point of his sword to the hollow of his throat and curled both hands around the hilt. […] “Be still, my lord, you’re hurt bad.” A boy’s voice, that makes no sense, thought Tyrion. It sounded almost like Pod.
A wall of red-hot steel, blazing wood, and swirling green flames stretched before him. The mouth of the Blackwater Rush had turned into the mouth of Hell.
(Source: for-redheads)
