Tuesday, 15 February 2011

The Wave

He keeps them open
But they never seem to shut
Burning the wood he used to knock on
But it never brought them any luck

Lips sewn tightly together
With thoughts of the morning
A man walks alone
Nobody sees him, nobody knows

What happened to me?
Nobody answers
Where have I gone?
I’ve become a ripple in the Ocean

The wave was pulled over my head
And I went to sleep

I could if I wanted to
But it’s such a relief
The air is so stale now
I’ll hold my breath

I’ve changed my mind, but still,
You tear me away
I’ve changed my mind, but still,
You take me away

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