| | I was so alone all this while
Thinking of things I could do with my life
About taking journeys that go nowhere
To find love that I knew I wouldn't find
To find truth amongst the lies
And then one night before sunrise
The sun began to rise
The dew left pudges on my heart
And the grains of sand became little stars
Bridget got herself another diary
And for my clumsiness that night
Your eyes caressed my lonely eyes
The beggar wrote poems for his prize
That night before sunrise
And do you remember the seven minute song
Sometimes short and sometimes long
That husky voice that showed the way
To two travellers who didn't know
The roads they came from and the road to go
And then when they were back in real time
Your hand was still in mine
That night before sunrise. |
| | Posted 4/9/2006 3:07 AM - 31 Views - 2 eProps - 0 comments
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