Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Trying to Tell

Trying to Tell (Summer House)

There's a 'before...'
There's a 'before you'

Stay, stay
Summer house

As I scrub your face from my mind
I walk the long road for the last time
The trees are now like cemetery Cyprus

The path, a hazy tunnel
'Cos the summer cycles

If I would turn back now
I would surely kill you

These thoughts they can inspire
That’s what I'm trying to tell you

Stay, stay
Summer house

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