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ArtWork By  Mark Betcher

Exploding doesn't mean, like... your intestines will erupt out of your body

I Explode When I Think Your Name

© Mark Betcher

Sun shinning through a rain
A rain of golden leaves
I do believe

Love shattered plate glass
Blue glass window pane
I’m going insane

I explode when I think your name

Walking towards me on a hint
On a hint of high hope
I just can’t cope

Your arms wrap around me
They set me free
Blind I now see

I explode when I think your name

How many days I travel
Just to go around the bend
I find the end

A warm day, a cool night
I’m left in a mist
I can’t remember your kiss

I explode when I think your name