jueves, enero 15, 2015

Summertime has come again, 
next morning over the top of the hills
nobody lies, everything it's ok
my mother told me not to lie
smile frantic towards a rime
exactly fine tipping

your life becomes afterwards
sonic traveller highways
this night will come tonight
send me some pepper to rest
I am mixing all around
this clumsy spectacle morning
shall end as we fight
tomorrow...