Jun 26, 2007 23:25
After I'm gone. When the oceans haze blanks the ground in grey. Drift away on the tide, drift away.
When your alone and the twilights glow shimmers across the bay. Drift away on a wave, drift away.
Our tit-a-tet, midnight duets, our breakfast tea and toast. Funny how things that mean the least are what we miss the most.
Deep in the night when the wispering breeze sings this song I play, shead a tear and be glad, for the fun that we had.
Drift away on a dream, drift away.