Time…
the colour of your words is fading
so is the pain of the hits I’ve taken and
the clarity of the last Friday of December
I’m afraid it is all a matter of time, of time
I’m glad you did though.
That day, when you arrived home, and I told you, “get in, make yourself feel at home because what’s mine is yours.” I didn’t expect for you to take my heart.
Near The Shadows of my dreams
Near The Shadows of my dreams
(impromptu)
I know that I’ve got to break
from the shackles that are
keeping me enslaved
I have to run away
as fast as I can
I’ll meet you the next autumn
In the mean time I’ll be
making it big
Around the most beautiful cities
I cannot and wont ever understand
the need of you to stay
where the sun brings nothing
but the neglected warmth of elsewhere
It is indeed beautiful out here
but you, with your sight
locked downward to your feet
you won’t make it any further
than to the corner of the street
where you live in, near the shadows
Near the shadows of my dreams…
If I let my guard down.
somehow this turned to be about your lips
and the way their softness makes me feel
just as if I were folded up as paper plane
surfing down the greatest waves of air
somehow this turned to be about your skin
and how its graceful touch makes me feel
just as If I were a little boy on Christmas eve
taking a glimpse to the biggest Christmas gift
somehow this turned to be about us both
and how we got tangled in this sheets of gold
about how we breath heavily through the night
about how safe it feels when you are around
