06 febrero 2009


When the thorn bush turns white that's when I'll come home

I am going out to see what I can sow

And I don't know where I'll go

And I don't know what I'll see

But I'll try not to bring it back home with me

Like the morning sun your eyes will follow me

As you watch me wander, curse the powers that be

Cause all I want is here and now but its already been and gone

Our intentions always last that bit too long

Far far away, no voices sounding, no one around me andyou're still there

Far far away, no choices passing, no time confounds me and you're still there

In the full moons light I listen to the stream

And in between the silence hear you calling me

But I don't know where I am and I don't trust who I've been

And If I come home how will I ever leave

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