Wednesday, 16 June 2010

Cry Myself Blind

Locked up, tethered and bound
In a soul shook down jail cell
Won't you throw your hair as a line
So i can climb to you my darling

As pouring rains pass the sun by
They take you with the tide
I would swim the floods my darling
To be back by your side

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