Saturday, September 25, 2010

Echo..

A distant sky..faint sunbeam..
roaring winds of thunder-spleen..
we heard a little bit of me in you
and you in me,that makes two..

(Echo..echo..echo..
A whisper in my soul..
Echo..echo..echo..
A silent windfall,young now old..)

Breakfast at wonder-lane,
Gale-profound on the Spanish main..
I've seen your storms,and I've walked on
thought..
I've mixed some rum with a spot of port..

(Echo..echo..echo..
A whisper in my soul..
Echo..echo..echo..
A silent windfall,young now old..)

There've been times I've left to give it up
And never seen the light above..
halo,wings and sceptre gold..
With ether light,in my body old..
but now it's time to simmer down..
now it's time to wipe that frown..
Cause the sound that comes gushing back..
Is my own whirlpool,river black..

Echo..echo..echo..
You've taught me who I've been..
Echo..echo..echo..
Strength is had,from deep within..

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