Tin aeroplanes trace the time
Past out fading window's eyes
And the panes are pains inside
Through which we see
All the glories fast unfold
All the joys, Lo and behold
It's the bittersweet dark secrets
That we keep
Hear the wind beneath the trees
It's the soundtrack of my dreams
And the song it sings
Is of the Earth and sky
All the sleepers who awake
Know too well the poisoned taste
It's the sweet disease
That carries me away
MargaretDFH | 12.21.08 - 8:29 pm | #

Happy holidays UC.
station agent, size 11½ | Homepage | 12.22.08 - 4:46 pm | #

Right back atcha UC. Enjoy!
Spartacus | Homepage | 12.24.08 - 7:54 am | #