PENDEROSA
It is latetime is running
time is stalling
nothing that we could debate
though we try
yes, we try
They say there are a vacant slot
somewhere for us
somewhere a lot of future
possibilities or what
do you believe in..?
Are we stations waiting for a train...?
Or just some lonely wanderers
coming in out of the rain
My fingers running up your neck
the numbers high and counting
you feel discrete your scars to check
your blood is thin and running
It is late
late is something
time is nothing
to all the moments we`ll create
we should try
yes, we should try
I'll go to Penderosa,I`ll be waiting for you there
I still haven`t seen Prince Edward
since back in -83
I`ll wait in Penderosa, so north of both of us
I ask your brother Eward
if you can marry me
Poetry by PapaFahr
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Written on 2008-06-24 at 23:08
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