sexta-feira, janeiro 19, 2007

I am her sun

I'm uncool an unsophisticat
I'm a tighgrope walker on an open path
I'm a maze of curiosity
I am the living bread that cures her appetite

She finds that she can't breathe
And she can't sleep
When I'm not around
Every day is bluey grey
When I'm not in town

My mystique is one of innocence
She feels she's lounging in lovely in my dark brown eyes
And she would be preening in paradise
If she were always beside me like a siamese


(Can she keep me in her galaxy?)
(Can I live within her fantasy?)


CH higher, twice