Apr 19, 2009

An incomplete drunken stupor song

I dream, i fly
in the world round and round
but these shackles 
they keep me tethered to the ground

i wait i wait i wait
for the bells to toll
i wait i wait
i wait for the night to go

the sun will rise
upon the earth
the sweet wind will blow

the trees will sway
the wind shall say
dont worry - go with the flow

and i...
will love you

and i...
will love you

the lights they shine
up in the sky
they spell a ray hope

and you ain't here
Ur fragrance near
the thought turns to smoke

yet i 
will love you

though i 
will love you


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