Monday, August 4, 2008

The bottle


My voice keeps rising and I can’t find my feet
You are on the other coast and you are calling me
The empty streets are just my memories
My world is now the trees
Lets let this rise once again
Once and again
The bottle it shakes and it rolls to the shore
Your mouth begs the question asking for more
Old friends they are calling with their needs
Your voice keeps rising with pleas
Feel again why do you feel again

If I agreed to what you are proposing
I know I would be traveling again
The earth would start moving under my feet
If I would only just agree

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