As i brush the hair from my face
i see it, in a reflection.
tiny whispers of past dreams,
a beacon, a calling.
Hold on, i may be falling
straight through this life
and down to yours.
its funny the things you think of in times like these
i don't think i coulds say please
any more than i do.
i just want you home
before this thought fades
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 3:44 PM UTC
As i brush the hair from my face
i see it, in a reflection.
tiny whispers of past dreams,
a beacon, a calling.
Hold on, i may be falling
straight through this life
and down to yours.
its funny the things you think of in times like these
i don't think i coulds say please
any more than i do.
i just want you home
before this thought fades