Tuesday, March 04, 2008

You'd never know
I could live in a box
or fall through the cracks
I could spend a life stopped
dead in my tracks

Or I could end up and go go go
and I could love you to death
& you'd never know

I could be walking a plank
Lunching with kings,
Or watching a winter
make way for spring

While letting the home fires grow
yeah, I could love you to death
and you'd never know

There are mountains to move
and decks to stack
But I may spend my days wishing
that you'd take me back

And I might live in a pot of gold
but I could love you to death
You'll never know

1 comment:

Maria said...

Smukt...og så lige med et strejf af noget sørgeligt og skrøbeligt no'et...og så samtidigt - styrke og en klippe, der ikke lige vælter...

Jeg er vild med det !