Maybe if we threw time out the window,
and it sprout wings and flew away,
Maybe I wouldn't be so tired,
and if seconds where just a rhythm,
and minutes where just for paint to dry,
maybe I wouldn't be restless,
Maybe we could just watch the sun rise,
and wake up when we are no longer tired,
and say goodbye when we want to leave,
maybe we wouldn't fade.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
Maybe if we threw time out the window,
and it sprout wings and flew away,
Maybe I wouldn't be so tired,
and if seconds where just a rhythm,
and minutes where just for paint to dry,
maybe I wouldn't be restless,
Maybe we could just watch the sun rise,
and wake up when we are no longer tired,
and say goodbye when we want to leave,
maybe we wouldn't fade.
I don't even know right now
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