December 5, 2013

• When I'm alone

  When I'm alone
  late in the night
  I can see the winged creatures
  drift in flight
  Their silhouettes
  against the golden moonlight
  I've got them all in my sights

  And all the while
  you can hear them
  so put on a smile
  don't you fear them

  Watch them hovering
  watch them dive
  life is uncovering
  aren't you glad that you're alive

  And all the while
  you can hear them
  singing out
  in strange voices
  ever changing on high

  We are creatures of the night
  we have no choice but flight
  we'd rather run
  yes we'd rather run
  we'd rather run than fight

   

  

   

  • 4:18 PM
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