lunes, 8 de abril de 2013

The dreamer

I'm just a dreamer but I'm hanging on
though i am nothing big to offer
I watch the birds, how they dive in then gone
it's like nothing in this world's ever still

and I'm just a shadow of your thoughts in me
but sun is setting, shadows growing
a long cast figure will turn into night
it's like nothing in this world ever sleeps

oh sometimes the blues is just a passing bird
and why can't that always be
tossing aside from your birches crown
just enough dark to see
how you're the light over me

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