Friday, September 12, 2008 . 23:54
In a manner of speaking, I just wanted to say, I could never forget the way. That silence told me everything by saying nothing. The way I am felling ohhh it’s beyond what words can say. Give me the words that tell me everything
In a manner of speaking I should find a way to tell you everything, just by saying nothing.
This is life in September, quiet nights, quiet stars and I am here wondering about something. Because you are fragile and I am weak, so fall when the nights go younger, go to sleep, you will wake up. I am here sitting and I will wait till spring.
So you drift when the days grow colder, away from me, to look your back. Far away I may guide but I am here until spring.
In a manner of speaking I should find a way to tell you everything, just by saying nothing.
This is life in September, quiet nights, quiet stars and I am here wondering about something. Because you are fragile and I am weak, so fall when the nights go younger, go to sleep, you will wake up. I am here sitting and I will wait till spring.
So you drift when the days grow colder, away from me, to look your back. Far away I may guide but I am here until spring.