sábado, 23 de agosto de 2008

Pearl


Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself.
All day and all night 
I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath.
I say to myself  i need fuel to take flight

And there's too much going on.
But its calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion
Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.

Is that why they call me a sullen boy
The dont know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea.
But he washed me shore and he took my pearl
And left an empty shell of me.

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