Jul. 04, 2004,00:10
Where Nothing Ends
i will tell you now
sure as rain
as the ever turning sun
that every time
i sell you my heart
i sell you a dream
and me,
in my own prison
i start to decay
my cure in hopeful gaze
to the east
or to the west
in every cardinal direction
i belong on the horizon
where wind begins
and nothing ends
sure as rain
as the ever turning sun
that every time
i sell you my heart
i sell you a dream
and me,
in my own prison
i start to decay
my cure in hopeful gaze
to the east
or to the west
in every cardinal direction
i belong on the horizon
where wind begins
and nothing ends