Heard
I think almost close to her cross
Heard no one’s promising meet and greet
Still wonder every time will he happen to do his
But I can see Autumn though lightly dressed
She’s still plucking his heart to my chest
And am I freezing under him in a blue beads scene
Took a little dive in darkest sea bleeding under him
While every nice boy now sleeps
Just cruising around
And around is where you’re not being found
Picked my face off the ground
Guys see me cruisin’ around the Lost
Till I’m almost close to her cross
And my moon has moved in together
He said boy you sure take it all serious
He moved my hand away but you just stay
I must know I’m a new cake
And this is not my pan
There’s nothing about us though she sang
Something that we’ll never know
Heard no one’s promising meet and greet
Still wonder every time will he happen to do his
My moon’s got a fella I seemed not allowed to be
Boy it sure scares me to death he said
Took a little time in the darkest fear
Running under him
While every nice boy now sleeps
Just cruising around and around is
Where you’re not being found
Picked my face off the ground
Guys see me cruisin’ around the Lost
Till my I’m almost close to her cross
Heard she’s leaving the country again
A way too far
I think almost too far from his heart
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Drazen Boskic.
Published on e-Stories.org on 09.07.2006.
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