Παρασκευή, 23 Σεπτεμβρίου 2005

φτερούγισμα


Flutter
word by word she spoke to me

hidden neath a mess of bygone linnen
she listens as to dry a thousand tongues
my love is thin and thinning
some cherised flower flutters through gentleborn beloved you
kindness always
kindness always
i hear the sound the sound she's left me
i stood her ground
no
they've swayed me
i hear the sound the sound she's left me
i stood her ground i hear the sound
the sound she's left me
wrapped tight inside your shawl
we wander round this dingy hall
softly spoken shaken tree
the ash grove we come to be
the blood runthe blood run away
from arm and leg to a warm heart
all our colors agree in the dark
but no man lives upon that land
far enough for us to see
i hear your voice yeah
in the hum of this machine
i hear the sound
the sound you've left me
i stood her ground
i hear the sound
the sound she's left me
[απ' το folklore, 16 horsepower, 2002 ---------thanx for letting me know. u know who]

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