You sent me something you wrote,
And it flowed into me
through me
see, you apologise, correct, criticise
but if you took my eyes..
My open eyes, my open mind
then shut them let them roll behind themselves
you'd find you empathise
sympathise
I want to see you wear the wings you gave them
I want to watch you run until you stop touching the ground
See you flow out, around, about
To see your face warm in the sun
and when
like a last leaf falling
you leave. run on
you'll know that in my eyes
you left a song
And it will flow out of me
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 3:03 PM UTC
You sent me something you wrote,
And it flowed into me
through me
see, you apologise, correct, criticise
but if you took my eyes..
My open eyes, my open mind
then shut them let them roll behind themselves
you'd find you empathise
sympathise
I want to see you wear the wings you gave them
I want to watch you run until you stop touching the ground
See you flow out, around, about
To see your face warm in the sun
and when
like a last leaf falling
you leave. run on
you'll know that in my eyes
you left a song
And it will flow out of me
