I assume this is my form of questioning, at the moment, nothing is more than just a moment. I'm living each second and await nothing, I don't expect anything out of each day, but I guess that's just dandy, because if you don't expect anything, you'll never be disappointed.
"its as though the world moves with your voice
and the wind blows from the sky out from your lips
and the sun is all the light they leave behind
they warm me up on nights with you in mind
its like the flower yearned just for your eyes
and when you sleep so do they and wait"
No comments:
Post a Comment