As these waves crash against the highway cliffs
I'm so scared they'll flood me where i sit
Well the roads, they change to waterways
They never carry home.
I'm so scared they'll flood me where i sit
Well the roads, they change to waterways
They never carry home.
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which reminds me, Vinati, that i'm still waiting for you to write a song, ie, put your poetry to music....i know you have it in you...
ReplyDeleteThank you for saying that! :)
DeleteNow all I need is someone who can give music to my poetry. *anybody listening?*
This scared me a little....
ReplyDeleteMay be I interpreted in wrong.
I understand.. the lyrics are a bit unsettling. But I like the feel anyway.. :)
DeleteYou SHOULD write a song!
ReplyDeleteI will! ^_^
DeleteUnsettling lyrics...but beautiful ones :-)
ReplyDeleteYes.. thank you :)
Deletewhere's home anyway? xx
ReplyDeletedreaming is believing
Home is a state of mind.
Delete:)
Beautiful!!!
ReplyDelete:-)
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