mercoledì, 23 marzo 2005

 

I wake up in the morning sun
I work 'til I'm done
I never look at the clock
I'm living out of time
In my cocoon
Smooth like water running down my throat
Days slide away
Drawing signs
I look ahead, and back behind
To see if my traces can make a straight line
The kids are laughing outside
No one looks at the sky
Sure it's gonna rain
And
It's getting cold
The wind starts to blow while...
Something shaking my soul
Like a tree
But this time I know yeah this time I know
It's simply you
So I'll see you soon
Well, I'm here waiting