Jul 18, 2008

Mes coeurs

where was i when the west was won
out sailing, sailing, sailing
the winds had whispered i was not the one
ever so like me, failing, failing
the days grow long and shorter the nights
refuge, i sleep and surrender
where was i when my heart was spun
sitting in silence, i couldn't defend her
what seeks me through the wild, distant change
i am trailing, trailing, trailing

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