hundred reasons - falter
in my hands good fortune caress my equal with slightest touch sound
of your voice keeps me still and i'm sorry i avoid your questions
i'd never falter now that we're even explain why you will take while you
can it's never even while we lay still here alone a place to run it's
colder and peace of mind takes its own time for us in the same breath
we argue and it must be a sign of closeness i guess