Sunday, 12 December 2010


It was a cold december night
The leaves gleaming from the raindrop
The coffee gets cold too soon
It’s a five minutes and twenty second song
About senses that have been stripped
And you already see me naked
Without touching any single hair
It’s a secret and it was there a long time
December gave his seat to January
And January gave his to February
And March now sitting calmly
You’re there and not there
Between the wichita line man
And lady of fire
And we try to find meaning
Just to find out some things are best undesribed
I miss you and not miss you
We don’t own each other
But we have each other.

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