Aim Snap Fall

Artists : Spill Canvas, The : Aim Snap Fall

Aim, snap, fall.
The bitter wind weaved its way through the trees so tall.
Colors invading sight,
I think I've found my new addiction tonight.
The phone call left me paralyzed from the waist down.
The pureness of it all.
Then your siren began to sing.
I know this may be dedundant,
but I think it bares repeating.
I think I've found my other half.
I swear I've found my better half.
Here we go.