Heather Lisinski (irradiated_ants) wrote in compass_comm, @ 2020-01-14 22:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, joe o'hara, ~ciaran tinney, ~heather lisinski |
When Phones attack/accidental voice post
[Anyone listening to the 'radio' station would be able to identify that the song she was singing along with the song she was playing. But those who didn't listen to the radio would only hear Heather without the musical accompaniment. Other sounds in the room made it obvious that she was dancing along to the music. Or those with dirty minds might picture something else~ squeaky chair and heavy breathing during the instrumental break.]
I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me
I still feel your touch in my dreams
Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why
Without you it's hard to survive
'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling
And everytime we kiss I swear I could fly
Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last
Need you by my side
'Cause everytime we touch, I feel the static
And every time we kiss I reach for the sky
Can't you hear my heart beat so I can't let you go
Want you in my life
Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky
They wipe away tears that I cry
The good and the bad times we've been through them all
You make me rise when I fall
'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling
And everytime we kiss I swear I could fly
Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last
Need you by my side
'Cause everytime we touch, I feel the static
And every time we kiss I reach for the sky
Can't you hear my heart beat so I can't let you go
Want you in my life
'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling
And everytime we kiss I swear I could fly
Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last
Need you by my side
[She could be heard sitting down hard in the chair, a little out of breath.]
I realize not everybody is going to love pop music, but that song was one of the last hits I heard in my world. Think on that a minute, this is Heather with Pop in my PJ's. This next one is just because "You are my fire".
[The chair groaned in protest, before the phone cut out.]