quarta-feira, 9 de setembro de 2009

Falling


"Some day the wind will change

and you will see me clearly

One day these dreams of mine

will bring me to my time

Some day I will become

what I am meant to be coming to

One day but that's a million some days from today

Lately the sunshine makes a different shape around

Lately my music has a different sound to show me

Lately I ask questions of the world but no one is listening

Tell me when I go to sleep what will the morning bring me?

Falling, falling, falling, or am i flying?

Flying, flying, flying, or am i falling? "

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