Wednesday, 11 June 2014

This way

And I think in time in this way
It will become new again
After enough time has passed
After enough drops have fallen
After enough notes have been subscribed and tendered down
From fingertips to strings and back
It will flow and ebb and crest and surge
Puddles of wishes lapping at our rubber shores
No I know it
No but yeah
Don't you feel it?
The tides are turning
The pavement is burning
And we are all well
Swell and welling
On a new road

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