Dienstag, 15. Dezember 2015

Hay Day in Neverland

S'nough love
The saints are sailing away
Me's walking around
N'not making hay
I be bound
To the black belly here and down there
This woman's like a ghost
At the sidewalk always and nowhere
It's the thing I long for the most
To touch this windy face
Might see another place
Might never come
I be some
Lost boy with an empty hand
Left with child and play
Yes, I wanna stay
But I be tired on Hay Day

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