Thursday, May 3, 2007

Home-time.



A desire to be more.
Just to be filled in a way.
That'll make these tears come
Cause my face is too dry
For what I'm feeling
For what I'm thinking.

I'll never let them know
Don't throw pearls to pigs
Well maybe I'm a pig too
Why does he trust me?

I'll wake up again
And I'll remember that time
That this time was for that time
I'll wake up again
And I'll remember that time
That this time was for that time


Then this desire will fade
Because what I wanted
Wasn't what I wanted.
This is why I break
And this is why I fall.
And this what love is.
To know.

And I'll never let them know
Well maybe just one
My pearls are precious
For one precious one?

I'll wake up again
And I'll remember that time
That this time was for that time
I'll wake up again
And I'll remember that time
That this time was for that time