miércoles, 2 de junio de 2010

wind blows the hair on my head
and I can't remember which bus to take

but I want to get back to the place
where you can see the sun set on the sea and break
with the waves in the side of it all
I always feel like I'm ready to fall
back into bed
or into your arms I'm holding on for dear life

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