Why is it
That every time i climb up that hill...
You were an impressionist
and I- too headstrong to concede...
I used to catch you staring at me
Seeping through me like i was a sieve...
(I)
No lovelier of cause has pen to write...
Sometimes love can make you mad
Sometimes love can make you stupid...
I really took a leap with you
I jumped into your pool of gold...
listen closely,
What you are afraid of telling me i know already...
She was passing coastlessly across the coasts
when I saw her...
i wish you wouldn't ignore me
especially when I'm standing right next to you...
Sitting here at the beach observing
Watching the ocean waves come roaring...
I rest my head on my pillow
And let it soak up my dreams...
Beneath the sun lay blackened crows,
the only shade in sight...