Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox
they tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Iris
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
and sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
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