I don't need from you a waterfall of careless praise
And I don't need a trophy for all the games I play
But all I want is your eyes
In the morning as we wake for a short while
And I don't need you to catch my wandering mind
And I don't expect a southern girl to know the northern lights
And all I want is your eyes
In the morning as we wake for a short while
And I do need the wind across my pale face
And I do need the ferns to unfurl in the spring
And I do need the grass to sway
Yes, I do need to know my place
But all I want is your eyes
In the morning as we wake for a short while
"He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear.
But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken.
It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage.
He went back to the table, dipped his pen, and wrote:"
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Bowerbirds :: Northern Lights
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Love it... really nice...=D
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