reached your soles and mine too, heard four letters, cold, i agree
Complained about nothing, there was nothing what to grumble about
the evening and the lights of the harbour, still saw nothing but you around
You lofted a question to the air, where've the minutes really gone
three weeks, and how much ahead, thats also one of the things i dont get
I threw my hoodie on, while the sun escaped from the view
i tried to draw it back into its own place, and keep hold of you