i'll never make it in time

[tipsytoe]

credit: not mine

another rose wilts in east harlem,
and uptown, downtown,
a thousand miles between us.
she's waiting for the night to fall.
let it fall, i'll never make it in time.

sound is the colour i know, oh,
sound is what keeps me looking for your eyes,
and sound of your breath in the door,
and oh, the sound will bring me home again.
-- east harlerm, beirut