Monday, September 04, 2006


'when you're on a golden sea, you don't need no memory, just a place to call your own...'
i wish i was on an island in the sun, with you.
we could talk all night, and sleep all day, and never give a damn about the things we've done.
i could tell you the way i feel, and know you'd still be there.
maybe someday we'll get those rays, and dance those sands. but until then, we're still in different places, and this blanket is still cold without you. i can hear your words, and wish i could see your face, but it only warms a small part of me.

'i wish i could believe, there's a day you'll come back to me, but then i still have to say, i'd do it all again...'