Lemon drops,
Forgot my name.
Circling around,
Flowers and rocks.
Look me in the eye and tell me,
When the winds came,
Blowing me a hundred miles away.
Out on the sea,
Nothing left to find me here,
But my broken raft,
And tattered sails.
Underneath the stars,
I can hear the sirens,
Breaking me down,
With the same song,
You used to sing.
Monday, February 2, 2009
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