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I think I remember something about "Wandering Narratives". I could be wrong. |
| Drawn From Autumn I had so much in my head that day Walking over the bridge and through the leaves Yellow and red, laying on the ground Orange and brown, scattered all around Walking Thinking Realizing There was something special about this day It was just about to rain, I could feel it in the air A gray sky and the magnificent sunset Telling me something, never to forget Hoping Believing Understanding This dream isn't over yet, it has just begun I don't know why or how I happened to find you Feelings never die, they just wait for the right time when I least expected it, I found my partner in crime Trusting Forgetting Remembering The times that I now have left behind me The ones I thought were here to stay for good Was lost in the blink of an eye, your blue eyes I hope this is for real, because I'm sick of the goodbyes... ...for as much as I love autumn, I'm giving myself to ashes... --Säker October 26, 2001 |