vineri, 13 noiembrie 2009

wishlist - urma








a little room for you and me


a better way for me to be


the silver ring on my left hand


a child to give a bit of sense


a little rush to warm the blood


some piece of mind for me to hold


a day of rest to cool the brakes


a meaning for my damn mistakes


well...it's taking too long


and it's taking me all


it's taking too much...


so i blame...lack of touch


the touch of my best friend


a silent nest to hear myself


on way to love my gods again


your smile to keep the trouble out


a friend to reach when i am down


a dear mother waiting home


the coffee flavor, down the hall


few simple words "my son, you're great


you bring me joy with all you make.."


well... it's taking too long


guess we're dreaming alone


and it's taking too much


so i balme... lack of touch...the touch of my best frïend