søndag 22. mai 2011

uten tittel 4

he wandered 'cross the hall
to the foot of your door
burned his fingers on the wood
and crawled back to sleep

skin so cold and flawless
she was a january girl
like porcelain
would she forever be his doll
or were she free enough to fly
away as a ghost in his mind

slip slide away through the hall
make sure noone notice
I've been accounted for it all
you know, I've been through them

they climbed across the fine hairs on my neck
they slithered right past my eyelids
I couldn't catch them
the two lovers, they passed
away

on the other side of the galaxy
I can see they were you and me
on the other hand of my righteous friend
he would never bee the same again

o' friend of my
heart's got a beat you can dance to
my love's got a way you can spring through
now sway with the fossils of our antient tide
I used to dream about them
now they've slipped through my hands
I never had a chance

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