August 23, 2011

"Ribbons of love
please keep me true sane
until I reach home on the morrow.
Never, never to wander again,
I’m weak and I’m weary of sorrow.

London to Dublin,
Australia to Perth.
I gazed at your sky,
I tasted your earth.
Sung out my heart
for what it was worth.
Never again shall I ramble.

There’s nowhere left
in this world where to go.
My arms, my legs they’re a-tremblin’.
Thoughts both clouded and blue as the sky,
not even worth the remembrin’.

Now as I stumble
and reel to my bed,
all that I’ve done
all that I’ve said
means nothin’ to me
I’d soon as be dead,
all of this world be forgotten.

No words of comfort
No words of advice.
Nothin’ to offer a stranger.
Gone the love, gone the spite.
It just doesn’t matter no longer.

My sky’s getting far,
the ground’s gettin’ close.
My self goin’ crazy
the way that it does.
I’ll lie on my pillow
and sleep if I must.
Too late to wish I’d been stronger.
Too late to wish I’d been stronger ."

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