I knew a boy who would
not share his bike,
oh but he let me go sailing.
I swore that I
could survive any storm,
oh then he let me go
Saturday, October 31, 2009
...
I put millions of miles
Under my heels
And still too close to you
I feel
I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky
I am not your blowing wind
I am the lightning
I am not your autumn moon
I am the night
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