Poetry Lyrics

I only miss you when the sun goes down

Oh, your voice is my favorite sound

Swaying like the palm trees

You and me we're poetry

Painting stories with our lips

Memory of you and me

Got me going psycho

Heart bold, now cold

Like an icicle

No more love, that good stuff

Where did it go

Feel alone on my own

Turning into Michael

But I wonder

How you slumber

You lead me under

And Did a number, Like a hunter

But I wonder

How you slumber

You lead me under

And Did a number, Like a hunter

The sun goes down, your no longer Here

So annoying how you, Use to tongue me ear

Now my biggest fear

You don't reappear

And im not there to help you wipe Away the tiers

I only miss you when the sun goes Down

O-oh, your voice is my favorite Sound

Swaying like the palm trees

You and me we're poetry

Painting stories with our lips

I only miss you when the sun goes Down

Oh, your voice is my favorite sound

Swaying like the palm trees

You and me we're poetry

Painting stories with our lips

Going to shock knowing, we don't Talk

Gotta holding tight

But it all Fell apart

Painting with our heart

Yeah, We made life art

I tried holding tight

but it all Fell apart

You must be tired

How I admired

You, Round and round

In my mind, till it spiraled

You must be tired

How I admired

You, Round and round

In my mind, till it spiraled

We had so much love, where did it go?

Staying up, make love, till we can't No more

Since that day, I saw you

At my show

Now its in a place, where the love don't grow

I only miss you when the sun goes Down

Oh, your voice is my favorite sound

Swaying like the palm trees

You and me we're poetry

Painting stories with our lips

I only miss you when the sun goes Down

Oh, your voice is my favorite sound

Swaying like the palm trees

You and me we're poetry

Painting stories with our lips

Girl you don't know what you did For me

Helped me out and set me free

Helped me find that piece of me

And now when the sun goes down And I lay to sleep

I only miss you when the sun goes Down

Oh, your voice is my favorite sound

Swaying like the palm trees

You and me we're poetry

Painting stories with our lips

I only miss you when the sun goes Down

Oh, your voice is my favorite sound

Swaying like the palm trees

You and me we're poetry

Painting stories with our lips

I only miss you when the sun goes down

Oh, your voice is my favorite sound

Swaying like the palm trees

You and me we're poetry

Painting stories with our lips