Friday, 3 December 2010

Secret Letter

Morning light
Time is right
Don’t have to ask me why
I’ve got to say goodbye

My hands are cold
My bag's too old
But where I have to go
I’ve been never told

I drink my beer
But still’s not clear
How long I have to wait
And what I’m doing here

She passes by
Asks me for a pen to write
Her letter says to fly
To the other side of night

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