Som fino, voz idem.. A night train Midnight Bags gathered - TopicsExpress



          

Som fino, voz idem.. A night train Midnight Bags gathered round my feet Possessions Some lessened To carry with me Heavy and Soothing Like a gentle symphony I rest my Head right Back upon my seat Its hard And cold though The best thing for me This train is Movin But my heart is stationery Seasons change it wont ever be the same Im hopin I will stay the same Reasons strange Why we always play these games I left it With you A note that was discreet I made sure I put it Upon the cellar door Its hanging, hoping Will you read it while I weep Last time The last time It flickers through me So vivid It rushes From my head down to my feet Were laughing, joking Through to my defeat Seasons change It will never be the same Im hopin I wïll stay the same Reasons strange Why we always play these games
Posted on: Sun, 07 Sep 2014 20:40:24 +0000

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