(Source: sadscreencaps)
Chances are we are the same;
Against the odds, against the grain
We lean, like gardens toward light,
But we wait, like evening for night,
Don’t we?
Chances are we are alike;
Against what better judgement writes
We ache like children for love,
For a purpose worthy of
Such a noble aim,
Such a noble aim,
Such a noble aim as love.
Chances are we bruise the same;
A family tree desperate for rain.
A thirst only deserts know best.
A hurt so at home in our chests.
Call it stubbornness or bravery,
To let our branches continue to reach,
With such a noble aim,
With such a noble aim,
With such a noble aim as love.
Every broken branch and loosened leaf
That we’ve grown to ignore,
Is now a part of something greater than before.
Every nest that rests upon our limbs,
Seeking shelter from the storms,
Is a purpose worth being broken for.
Chances are we are the same;
Against the odds, against the grain
We lean, like gardens toward light.
We reach with all of our might
For such a noble aim as love.
La Dispute - You And I In Unison
“So what do I do when every day still seems to start and end with you?”
(via astormofsansas)
Yet there was power in his stare, an iron ferocity that told her this man would never, ever turn back from his course.
(Source: songsofwolves, via fuckyeahhousebaratheon)
40 Watt Sun: Restless
I can’t make things right, baby
But you know that I will try.
Say that I waited from now till forever;
Say that my tongue should never speak;
Say that I stayed here and lay down beside you;
Say that I buried my mouth in your hair.