Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Hit The Road (*)

Moved On
Back to belong
Dirty Laundry
Better than clean
Just a thought away from you
When you walked into the room

Blanket's wet
Bed is clear
Wallet Search
Gifts are thrown
Just a fight away from you
When you walked out of the room

No return
Empty chair
Air is dry
Smoke is in my lung
Just a song away from you
when you started to sing

Waving hands
Leave in faith
Chase no more
Trembling feet
Just a footstep away from you
When I was said Goodbye

Close the door
Bolt and lock
Roll and roll
Just a smile away from me
When you came back for the kill

1 comment:

CAR said...