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Some people would say that Sunday is the saddest day, but I really wouldn´t call it that… because on this Sunday afternoon I have to fight the feeling to write a postcard to a friend who I just made a return phone call to. So I´ll write her the letter I have been meaning to instead. This is not a so called friend and she says I am a saint sometimes. This makes me want to scream, as even when I´m wrapped in clothes of blue, when life´s thrill has gone and I´m going insane and lost my faith, so I´m waiting for the fall. I know that this beautiful angel will hear me now and give me good advice, day after day. Everyday now I can spend endless hours just drawing crazy patterns while I´m waiting for something in my heart to stop me as I walk the dust. And this don´t help me through everytime I´m coming down and I wonder if it´s all in vain. I will never be asking for favours but just believe me when I tell you how it feels and listen to me when I say I am fearing these days. I know that future is promises and I am a fool for love, so tell me why, and please tell me the answer, if or why in our lifetime, this will all be mine. I just need one love to take me across the universe, before I surrender to what goes on. As I drift away now, under this blazing summer son that came after winter´s end I keep thinking how tired of being alone I am. Maybe I don´t want a lover or maybe that´s a ticket to lie and also if I say that I want to go to heaven… No, that´s against my beliefs. I know I only have one choice to move in and tear it up, but maybe this would be superwrong. If I could I would play a guitar song for you to say what you want, but sorry I can´t play, so never never ask me to do it please, even if it leaves you breathless. I think I can write though. And I can surelly dream, as on a cold day dream, in a dream hotel. And this dream of when we are together, someday, somehow, and if you can put your arms around me, somewhere, maybe in Polo Mint City, or elsewhere southside, just somewhere I can be alone with you. I have nowhere left to hide and it´s so strange that I want you as a friend, sweet child o´ mine… I wonder why believe in you if I can´t get next to you. Still, I´ve been missing you like crazy lately. Up in her Mothers heaven, my mum keeps saying to me: Girl, you´ve got to live a little and you know that it hurts me too when you´re living for the city more than for yourself… just like a Parisian Pierrot. And you never say… you owe it all to me. Mother dear, you´re so white on blonde, and you know that I have a good heart, still it´s a heart of glass that breaks too easily. So inspite of my dimples tell me, don´t you want me to start a revolution in my life so someday I shall be released? And I say to the cat "you´re all I need to get by, and together we can work it out somehow after the hush is gone. And you are always in demand and bring out my inner smile even when the hope will fade away that this handsome black eyed boy will come to give me a tainted love and whisper in my ear I´m so in love with you" If I had a halo I would say a prayer for you. But still even if I don´t I guess you know I have no sympathy for the devil, but I will never say Hold me Lord! After all said and done, my friends who read this, forgive my suspicious minds and tell me is what I do wrong?? Even if I pull up to the bumper?? Somehow, I´ve got a feeling that today will be known as the day before I went away from this tribe… because maybe none of this makes any sense at all, but believe me, you´re the one I want it for…. Victory that is!! So please, if you will, take zero zero thoughts from me and just take me with you to see the waterfalls. And remember that even though I love it, I can´t stand the rain if I have to drive in it. Back to my friend from the top – just because you gave me love, I swear that tonight I stay with you. |