pirmdiena, 2015. gada 5. janvāris

And the life we'd lead if we could only be free



What is this thing in life that persuades me to spend time away from you? If you can answer this you can have the moon. This is the place to be, anyway you can see there's a lovely view. Why are there always so many other things to do?

Distractions, like butterflies are buzzing 'round my head. When I'm alone I think of you and the life we'd lead if we could only be free from these distractions.

The postman's at the door while the telephone rings on the kitchen wall, pretend we're not at home and they'll disappear. I want to be with you, tell me what I can do, nothing is too small. Away from all this jazz we could do anything at all.

Distractions, like butterflies are buzzing 'round my head. When I'm alone I think of you and the things we'd do if we could only be through with these distractions.

I'll fond the peaceful place far away from the noise of a busy day where we can spend our nights counting shooting stars.

Distractions...

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