woensdag 6 augustus 2008


Even if I had a ruler I could never measure this love
Or take away the earnest of releasing a white dove

Kiss me once and I’ll let it go
I’m still here
A pot of gold at the end of a rainbow

I still here
Waiting for love to give
Filling up the trenches
Making the cloth less stiff

Shall I save this kiss?
Shall I sit it out?
Scream out loud?

Here we are flying over a dream landscape
So high on love we don’t need a cape
Where shall we land?
There in front of the podium of a brass band

Oh these dreams
These wishes
I cherish them
They should never strand
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