Sunday, March 15, 2009

that we knew the day would pass
that the night we lived would never last
the the future is buried in the past
that the butterflies would still roam free
eternally for a day, for a day of eternity-N

here is a shade of moon in your eye
where i hear the swoon of your sighs
holding you naked dancing in the rain
whispering stories of sanity to the insane-N

where are you now and where have you been
this morn i awoke dreaming i was a butterfly
this night i slept dreaming the butterfly was me-N

you're running down the track
the night burning down your back
you'll never come back alone
there's no one left at home
you follow the ghost of you
and the ghost will follow you-N