söndag 14 augusti 2011

I think you might be me



Out at sea, for so long
Nothing to see, how long have I gone?
Fishes of teardrops, hours of songs
Splashing through corals of violence in blue
When will I see you?

We sat sail, years ago
Flowers and colors and microscope bees
Singing and dancing, mixing the sea
Eyes of dust, float in the air, is this the dens lair?
This just isnt fair (to them)

Stars beneith, heaven in sea
The captain follows only his scope
Land ho, over the horizon
I think we just got in the course of the sun
Let's make it more fun?

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