Good morning Gulfport, Florida. This is Sunday. It is June 29, 2014. This must be heaven, tonight I crossed the line. You must be the Angels, I thought I might never find. Was it you I heard singing, oh while I was chasin dreams. Driven by the wind, like the dust that blows around, And the rain fallin down, but I never know. Got to be heaven, cause heres where the rainbow ends. If this aint the real thing, then its close enough to pretend. When /that/ wind blows, when the nights about to fall. You can hear the silence call, its a certain sort of sound, Like the rain fallin down . . .
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 11:19:54 +0000
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