I want to be beautiful
Like the girls I see walking past
I want to be pretty
Like a single rose on a patch of grass
I want to be graceful
Like a ballerina dancing on and on
I want to be weightless
Like a feather upon the wind
I want to be beautiful
Like the sunshine breaking through clouds
I want to be pretty
Like a field of daises
I want to be graceful
Like a cat balancing on a fence
I want to be weightless
Like a snowflake
I want to be beautiful...
Friday, May 28, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Rain
Little raindrops fall against my window
They sing little songs to me in the dark
Little raindrops that cool the air
They form into pools that leave their mark
Dry earth is revitalized
Dry grass gains moisture
Dry flowerbeds are swept away
By the cool and soothing raindrops
Little raindrops sing against my window
They revitalize the city in the night
Little raindrops make sleeping harder
But all is fresh with the return of light
They sing little songs to me in the dark
Little raindrops that cool the air
They form into pools that leave their mark
Dry earth is revitalized
Dry grass gains moisture
Dry flowerbeds are swept away
By the cool and soothing raindrops
Little raindrops sing against my window
They revitalize the city in the night
Little raindrops make sleeping harder
But all is fresh with the return of light
Monday, May 17, 2010
Autumn
Autumn, leaves are changing
In a country under the equator
European trees that should be awakening
Are slowly falling asleep
Autumn, dreams are changing
In a country far away from home
European girls are falling asleep
When they should be awakening
Autumn, just in some little places
Like outside the window in Australia
One little tree is falling asleep
In the middle of May
In a country under the equator
European trees that should be awakening
Are slowly falling asleep
Autumn, dreams are changing
In a country far away from home
European girls are falling asleep
When they should be awakening
Autumn, just in some little places
Like outside the window in Australia
One little tree is falling asleep
In the middle of May
One
One hand on my hip, a coffee in the other
One smile on my lips, a frown for another
One hand on the strings, a pick in the other
One laugh on my lips, a sigh for another
One smile on my lips, a frown for another
One hand on the strings, a pick in the other
One laugh on my lips, a sigh for another
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Walked Right Through
You walked right through my dreams last night
With your head held high and that wicked smile
Singing a song I've never heard before
And I woke up feeling like nothing's right
And it's making me distracted
To think of you tonight
Just a second ago I could have sworn I heard your voice
Asking me if I'm doing fine, am I all right?
You walked right through my dream last night
Through a pub I've never seen
You were singing songs and mixing drinks
But then someone turned off the light
And it made me feel uneasy
To wake up to an empty room
In a place so far away from where I was
And so completely filled with gloom
You walked right through my dream last night
With that wicked smile..
With your head held high and that wicked smile
Singing a song I've never heard before
And I woke up feeling like nothing's right
And it's making me distracted
To think of you tonight
Just a second ago I could have sworn I heard your voice
Asking me if I'm doing fine, am I all right?
You walked right through my dream last night
Through a pub I've never seen
You were singing songs and mixing drinks
But then someone turned off the light
And it made me feel uneasy
To wake up to an empty room
In a place so far away from where I was
And so completely filled with gloom
You walked right through my dream last night
With that wicked smile..
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Dreams
I'm living in a dream
feeding of a dream
living the dream
feeding the dream
making dreams out of songs
and singing songs made out of dreams
Dreaming dreams no one's dreamed before
feeding of a dream
living the dream
feeding the dream
making dreams out of songs
and singing songs made out of dreams
Dreaming dreams no one's dreamed before
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