lock that door this is my time
lips of ginger and fingers of wine
mint and tea they never lie
On a day like this take a slow ride
Of a trip to the sky
No worriesof our lives
Feel like a kite
Fly to the another side
(Won't you listen)
This is a break in the flowing
(Off with your engine)
We will stop first then get going
I like the city
When it was so pretty
Fall out with the money
Aint a thing to pity
Dress so queenly
You say it quietly
How you want leave it
But you never did it
Poster Covers
The rest of the summer
Taxi Drivers
Can't you show her
(Won't you listen)
This is a break in the flowing
(Off with your engine)
We will stop first then get going
School days that never ends
Take a drink from the fountain
And then run again
Got a 60 on test
To make airplane
But we never rest
and we never looked back
But this is how I
Break and stop
Hear the music in that shop
It's you that I shout it outloud
Hear the words to make it count
Just Let it be
Don't you want to leave
Here you see
The flower stoped the bee
(Won't you listen)
This is a break in the flowing
(Off with your engine)
We will stop first then get going
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Summer Time
Has any of the summer
burn you up yet
Taste of watermelon calling
I am not done yet
So you were on and on....
In the pond and run around
About how you were
And now you are a clown
Smile hard from the bottom
of a shark
Swim any deeper and hear anymore
tired and unsure you are
So you were on and on
On the concrete laying down
About you want
And now you turn around
Record the bickering please
In the summer heat
Open your window and feel
the calming breeze
Be it the summer
Be it the winter
Be it Novemeber
Ask nothing more
burn you up yet
Taste of watermelon calling
I am not done yet
So you were on and on....
In the pond and run around
About how you were
And now you are a clown
Smile hard from the bottom
of a shark
Swim any deeper and hear anymore
tired and unsure you are
So you were on and on
On the concrete laying down
About you want
And now you turn around
Record the bickering please
In the summer heat
Open your window and feel
the calming breeze
Be it the summer
Be it the winter
Be it Novemeber
Ask nothing more
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