Turn the volume up high. the highest you can get.
turn the volume loud, plant the buds in my ears.
It defenes the inner voices, don't wanna hear it anymore.
Can't hear all those voices in my head.
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
Monday, 6 December 2010
promise me of spring.
Look at me
not in the mirror.
but in the bricks of these walls.
In the sun light through the tree leaves
spreading lighting up the room
in the scent of earth after it had rained
when the rainbow beames out.
thats when you'll see the colors of my soul.
Find me, not in the places i would be
but in nailed wood of that bench next to the river
in my clutter, my chaotic room
between my books
in every title
in my music library
those moody blues, sexy jazz
angry rock and soft lullabies
Talk to me
not over the phone
talk to my soul
whisper softly to my heart
you shall use a pulse of yours
a prayer to the sky
a memory of me somewhere in your head.
i'll hear you loud and clear.
Love me.
dont leave me.
love me like the moon loves the night
dont leave me like stars always shin they never leave the sky
love me like sea loves the sand
dont leave me like all the fish in the water, live in me.
Promise.
promise me nothing will change
Promise me of a better day
Promise me through good and bad
Promise me forever. and be there untill then
just like the night promise of the day
like the tears promise of a smile
like the clouds promise of a sunshine
like winter promise of spring.
Look at me, dont trun your eyes away from me
find me, somewhere in the woods of your heart
talk to me, tell me anything, everything and nothing
love me, love me..love me.. love me
dont leave me
promise! promise me of spring.
not in the mirror.
but in the bricks of these walls.
In the sun light through the tree leaves
spreading lighting up the room
in the scent of earth after it had rained
when the rainbow beames out.
thats when you'll see the colors of my soul.
Find me, not in the places i would be
but in nailed wood of that bench next to the river
in my clutter, my chaotic room
between my books
in every title
in my music library
those moody blues, sexy jazz
angry rock and soft lullabies
Talk to me
not over the phone
talk to my soul
whisper softly to my heart
you shall use a pulse of yours
a prayer to the sky
a memory of me somewhere in your head.
i'll hear you loud and clear.
Love me.
dont leave me.
love me like the moon loves the night
dont leave me like stars always shin they never leave the sky
love me like sea loves the sand
dont leave me like all the fish in the water, live in me.
Promise.
promise me nothing will change
Promise me of a better day
Promise me through good and bad
Promise me forever. and be there untill then
just like the night promise of the day
like the tears promise of a smile
like the clouds promise of a sunshine
like winter promise of spring.
Look at me, dont trun your eyes away from me
find me, somewhere in the woods of your heart
talk to me, tell me anything, everything and nothing
love me, love me..love me.. love me
dont leave me
promise! promise me of spring.
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