still flying.
i'm like the rain, shoving in by surprise.
pounding on the cold cement road,
and disappearing before revealing my disguise.
the sun steals my show,
only to bring happiness,
i dry out of my love's over flow.
i fight back to make them tremble,
turn up the heat and put on a coat,
set the story on a rainy day,
to finish the murder that i wrote.
each tear starts falling like summer snow,
i open my hands and wipe them away like pixie dust.
it's already time for you to let go,
before you start falling in lust.
maybe it's true, i'm a million miles away though next to you.
i find myself turning with fragile grace,
to gaze in aching loneliness,
at someone elses face.
"While I'm near mad with wanting you,
As trees must have the sun,
You cannot help but find a love,
Who loves another one." (ng)
