giovedì 19 novembre 2015

DUSTY CHAIR

I'M SITTING ON A DUSTY CHAIR
RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF A HAWTHORN FIELD
WHILE PETALS FLY IN A WHITE WHIRL
FOLLOWING MY THOUGHTS
AND MY DREAMS A RE SET ON FIRE
JUST ACROSS THE LINE
WHERE BURNS THE SKY

RED PASSIONS CHEW THE TIME
AND I FEEL ALIVE
EVEN IF LOOKING DOWN I SEE JUST THE DARK

(IT) HAS TO BE THIS
(IT) HAS TO BE THE MUSIC I HEAR NOW
I CAN SEE THE HEAVEN
THROUGH THE CLOUDS
I CAN HEAR SWEET NOTES IN THE RAIN
TICK TOCK

SITTING ON A DUSTY CHAIR
I CAN SEE YOU SO FAR
THROUGH THE DARK AND THE BLACK ACHING VEIL

I CAN SEE YOU AND HERE I WAIT
'TILL YOU COME
PLEASE, MAN DON'T BE LATE
PLEASE, MAN DON'T BE LATE
I SAY PLEASE, MAN DON'T BE LATE

HERE I STAY..

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