I'll be back my love
Its getting dark in here
And I am leaving for you
Are you waiting like me too?
The sun is hurrying to the west and
My shadow is getting smaller than I expect
My eyes counting the silence in the sky
It happens every time I say Goodbye.
Folding all my obscurity in my pocket
I promise-I'll be back,just keep looking
at the horizon, where out in Gray
the sun's kissing the shadow of the day.
Can you read between the line ?
Do you know when can I ripen the wine?
Dusty summer fields know it is true
that I'll send this green letter wrapped in blue...
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
I'll be back my love
Its getting dark in here
And I am leaving for you
Are you waiting like me too?
The sun is hurrying to the west and
My shadow is getting smaller than I expect
My eyes counting the silence in the sky
It happens every time I say Goodbye.
Folding all my obscurity in my pocket
I promise-I'll be back,just keep looking
at the horizon, where out in Gray
the sun's kissing the shadow of the day.
Can you read between the line ?
Do you know when can I ripen the wine?
Dusty summer fields know it is true
that I'll send this green letter wrapped in blue...
Fabricated digital pain...
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