Elvis ate America |
All begins in a blue stream And I'm driving aimless on an empty road All I can see is a deep steam Still this a long and winding road I'm cold and I need a new home New sheets and a fireplace I'm alone and I need to find a home Somewhere to rest in peace When the night is up When the day is falling When my dreams are gone When I feel someone else breathing If only I could build a bridge to you If only I'd know where I'm heading to I'd never be wrong again I'd never have to face this all again I'm not sorrowed I'm not blinded by pain But I'm not sure if I can wash up this stain I feel like I'm dreaming I feel like I'm dying I'm driving aimless on an empty road I'm sailing endlessly on a forgotten boat It's time for me to take my life in hands But I'm not sure if I can I just need someone to tell me where to go To warm me up when winter is near To tell me what I should know To comfort me on a sudden fear I'm like a newborn child Facing the sheer face of love And this body is mine |
(c) Miss Zarashake November 19th, 2001 For Guillaume Krin |