youtu.be/8uQJ2uFhurM Dont tell me That you get sick of living When the summers so forgiving although we have stolen All of the things that we though we had owned then Have disappeared All these things in flavour Wont do you no favours When the summers light is fragrant with scents of returning You relent, you resent, now youre burning For nothing to change.... Theres something there... (amongst the fallen fruit and flowers) Wont rest (only minutes, only hours) Unless (now the morning breaks in showers) I guess Well remember this all of our lives On the last good day of the year All the leaves are turning Autumns fingers burnished Furnished here in hope and in faith in the meantime Kinda working my way through a dream I was having alone Theres something there... (amongst the fallen fruit and flowers) Wont rest (only minutes, only hours) Unless (now the morning breaks in showers) Im left With the north wind breathing down my neck... On the last good day of the year...
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 20:52:26 +0000