donderdag 19 mei 2011

The wondering wanderer

Our love became a ghost-town
and I the soul survivor.
Wandering wandering, wondering
how long I've lost my mind.

My lips crave for the water
that's nowhere to be found
and through the cracks of morning
my lips are tightly bound

I wonder how long I'll wander
through this ghost-town in my mind
I wander for new water
to leave this town behind.