Thinking of T.
Saturday 21 July 2007
(Sleep deprivation gets me there)
Your brush painted the redder blue
I glided through an endless gray.
You're rushing straight into the wall my dear friend said
I smile at her, I know how true
Things all get so carried away
What is that hill I'm aiming at?
May you forgive me little bat
Singing wonders at closing day
But saddest song in morning dew
Your brush painted the redder blue
I glided through an endless gray.
You're rushing straight into the wall my dear friend said
I smile at her, I know how true
Things all get so carried away
What is that hill I'm aiming at?
May you forgive me little bat
Singing wonders at closing day
But saddest song in morning dew