Take me up in your hot-air balloon and feed me cotton candy...
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Slow like honey, heavy with mood.
Fiona Apple - Slow like honey
[You moved like honey in my dream last night,
Yeah, and old fires were burning.
Though dreams can be deceiving,
Like faces are to hearts,
They serve for sweet relieving,
When fantasy and reality lie too far apart.]