Wednesday 17 June 2009

There is nothing for which I am responsible.
Just this baggage I'll keep carrying on as if
I had someone.

OK, maybe there is a woman somewhere
who's still thinking of me
or a girl with coal black hair
who's haunted in her dreams.
But what they've seen, well it wasn't me.
It was just some lie that they slept beside.
I kept this from them
but I can't keep this from you.

So will you look for me
in that strange, bright place.
Where the statues bloom in the park.
They don't need no rain.

Because how I ever got to you, I have no idea.
It's like some secret door, well it just appeared.
So, no matter what I do from now on with my time.
you will always stay here in my mind.
I am certain of this and I am not certain of anything.

So I want to get myself attached to something bolted down,
So that these winds of circumstance won't keep blowing me around.
From when I land to when I leave
there is enough time to sleep and sing.
I keep running around, when all I want is to lay motionless.

2 comments:

justlikehoneyyy said...

sounds like love. and hey, that's pretty special.

Unknown said...

bear