We belong, we belong to the light
Many times Ive tried to tell you
Many times Ive cried alone
Always Im surprised how well you
Cut my feelings to the bone

Dont want to leave you really
Ive invested too much time
To give you up that easy
To the doubts that complicate your mind

We belong to the light
We belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words
Weve both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace
For worse or for better
We belong, we belong
We belong together

Maybe its a sign of weakness
When I dont know what to say
Maybe I just wouldnt know
What to do with my strength anyway
Have we become a habit
Do we distort the facts
Now theres no looking forward
Now theres no turning back
When you say

We belong to the light
We belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words
Weve both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace
For worse or for better
We belong, we belong
We belong together

Close your eyes and try to sleep now
Close your eyes and try to dream
Clear your mind and do your best
To try and wash the palette clean
We cant begin to know it
How much we really care
I hear your voice inside me
I see your face everywhere
Still you say

We belong to the light
We belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words
Weve both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace
For worse or for better
We belong, we belong
We belong together

 

 

i went to dave and busters saturday night for a birthday party. after the food we were walking around the game floor, and found the golfing booth, where you hit golf balls at the video screen. the people playing left it on, so my friends and i jumped in and played golf for 2 hours for free. it should have cost $75. problem was, there weren't any left handed clubs, so i had to golf right handed. my best drive was 220 yards. good times.

 

I like to play golf. I never got good. I never got a hole in one, but I did hit a guy. And that's way more satisfying. You're supposed to yell "fore" but I was too busy mumbling "There ain't no way that's gonna hit him."

 

I hate playing with people like you. Just yell FORE. Much less embarassing to yell that than deal with a pissed off fellow golfer. Trust me, I've been hit and it hurts, alot. At least in my case the guy yelled fore, and it hit me on the arm covering my head. I wasn't pissed, because I hit bad balls all the time, but if my arm wasn't covering my head, it could have been bad. The dude that hit me did apologize and even payed for my lunch at the turn (not neccessary I told him, but he felt bad).


Just yell FORE.

 

Your not allowed to play golf.

It is a mans game, Gentlemen Only Ladies Forbidden.

 

Find vtecmom's lyrics thread and post your lyrics there.

:accordingly:

 

 

Do You like Waffles?

 

If I do hit a ball that just so happens to be heading in your direction, it wasn't an accident. My bff and I went and played on labor day and it just so happened to be raining. I thrive under pressure, and was able to muster a 94 despite the wet conditions. My friend, however, lost his nike 8 iron to hole 13 which is a par 3 with water in front of it. Slipped right out of his hands and plunked in the middle of the lake. I lol'd, and he was mad.

He felt better when we got to the clubhouse. They had a keg for us labor dabor players.