quarta-feira, 7 de maio de 2008

Wandering alone




Why is this happening to you, you're not a child?
Why is this happening? you've too much on your mind
Things creep up on you when you are fast asleep
You are dreaming, you are sleepy
You are stuck to the sheets

Could you put a name to someone elses sigh?
Could you put a face to someone elses eyes?
Is it someone that you'd maybe recognise?
But it all fades into morning when you open your eyes

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