"haiste" poems
Still livin' in this town
my father's town
the town of my youth
Got to clear up this cloudy view
of our little world with you
Sometimes, when it rains it pours
but it's feelin' more like a monsoon
Got to make a plan of escape
real, real
soon, soon
soon
It's been dark for forty days
I'm on the edge of sane
It's time to get away
The sun is ticking like a clock
a new day it starts,
a new day it stops
My heart is beating like a drum
it wont end until the battle for affection is won
Sometimes when it rains it pours
but it's feelin' more like a monsoon
Got to make a plan of escape
real, real
soon, soon
soon
It's been dark for forty days
I'm on the the edge of sane
It's time to get away
Time to make haiste
Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 12:01 PM UTC