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Eventually skies will blast open wide revealing a field of our dreams
dandilion spears have spread over years of wishing and trying and hoping and dying
to change what seems beyond our means we close our eyes and breathe a dream of what we wish to be
a single hill of empty stems, a hundred thousand times...
i've walked this way and chanced to say in optimistic rhymes
that i love you and miss you and what i would give you to simply hear you say
all that i am and all that you are is nothing without each other
the times that we lied and lived seperate lives apart from one another
was time that was wasted but now that i've pasted our hearts back together its time
but nary a word have i heard from this girl, and all the wishes are gone,
i turn to walk back, my heart still intact but balancing over the edge
i see one plant still, on top of the hill waiting to grant me my wish,
glance to the sky, the sun on the rise, not at all pituresque it would seem
i then pick the rest, i breathe the same breath that is breathed in all of my dreams
that i know she'll return, the memories burned, unsure of the time and the date
but who can be sure, i'm not too concerned, i'll sit on this hill and i'll wait.
MTQ
dandilion spears have spread over years of wishing and trying and hoping and dying
to change what seems beyond our means we close our eyes and breathe a dream of what we wish to be
a single hill of empty stems, a hundred thousand times...
i've walked this way and chanced to say in optimistic rhymes
that i love you and miss you and what i would give you to simply hear you say
all that i am and all that you are is nothing without each other
the times that we lied and lived seperate lives apart from one another
was time that was wasted but now that i've pasted our hearts back together its time
but nary a word have i heard from this girl, and all the wishes are gone,
i turn to walk back, my heart still intact but balancing over the edge
i see one plant still, on top of the hill waiting to grant me my wish,
glance to the sky, the sun on the rise, not at all pituresque it would seem
i then pick the rest, i breathe the same breath that is breathed in all of my dreams
that i know she'll return, the memories burned, unsure of the time and the date
but who can be sure, i'm not too concerned, i'll sit on this hill and i'll wait.
MTQ