Posted On: | 2006-10-30 01:24:44 |
Sick and lonely
Plenty of time for the sounds in the street
The empty whispering
A fan is shacking towards me
The seeling paint is peeling of
The treath of an attack
A change of color
A different turquoise
While the cat look at the gecko
look for the birds
I am trying to reach a memory
Open the door
And sneak inside
And love