and when all ends abruptly...
wake me in the morning with a new song
give me a dream, a vision to hold on to
because i've found myself in a foreign land
Give me a name, an identity to live up to
because your knife has cut me, cut me in half
resurrect the tricks, you magician
wasn't it you who spoke of flying moments?
the lighthouse on the harbor,
your pocket compass point to North
and like a bicker shadow i drink the ink of your route
with sobs that suffocate me, i yearn to wear this loneliness
i will stand here barenaked painted with your bruises
a falling shooting star above me
waiting for the the dawn
Created: Feb 16, 2011IslandProphet Document Media