Tuesday, 10 August 2010
06:47:07 PM (GMT)
Oh, how sweet it would be!
There was a girl who lived in London town. The scenes and sounds, they would only
bring her down. She had polkadots and rubies in her dreams, french fantasies on
And she knew from the finish to the start it was bound to fall apart thanks to
Cupid's lazy dart. Wouldn't it be sweet if she could die from a broken heart? There
was a boy who lived inside his head. He couldn't face the world, so he turned his
back instead. He couldn't see in front of his eyes; his fantasies of outlaws had him
hypnotized. And he knew from the finish to the start it was bound to fall apart
thanks to Cupid's lazy dart. Wouldn't it be sweet if he could die from a broken
I tried to sleep in the rain, underneath an acorn tree, but the drops kept
falling, hitting me, as I slipped further unconsciously, into a world of windy
dreams. Into a world of many windy dreams.
And where did I begin to drift off to that I think that I can fly. My mind, I took
it to Chicago. The temperatures dropped to a stunning three degrees and I can hardly
feel my legs.
Just as I had almost lost my mind completely, the seas had shown a sign to melt. I
sailed away towards many days. I sailed away so many ways. And where did I begin to
drift off to that I think that I can fly. My mind, I took it to Chicago.