Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Talk About Her


Sometimes I never know what's real... but when she's near me I can feel there's something... Her eyes are closed but I can see... she is the air before I breathe... I love you... which ever way the wind might blow... however strange our flowers grow... I wanna say that I'll never ever go. I'm riding backwards in my head... but she has a mirror if I'm tired. Who knows what questions I might make... cause she knows with every choice I take... I'm listening... which ever way the wind might blow... however strange our flowers grow... I wanna say that I'll never ever go... It will leave us whole... it will stay in stone... for all our lives... for another day.

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