L'odeur de la fleur...

Reflexions sur le maroc et ailleurs...

30 septembre 2007

...a crown of an ancient queen

Over you I’ll put a crown of an ancient queen
Over you I’ll throw flowers that I’ve never before seen
Over you I would build a legend
Over you the sky would fall and I’d give it a hand.

Next to you im like a wall that falls down into a sea
Next to you it’s so easy to know what I was meant to be
Next to you I always feel happy
Next to you  it’s like the first time.

Away from you I feel like cut in my head
Away from you I don’t know where I been lead
Away from you all the plaisure is  mine I’d say

Away from you I feel like I was born and dead.

Posté par K Bazine à 21:59 - Commentaires [0] - Rétroliens [0] - Permalien [#]

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