Colors spilling, running dazzling you.
I was looking the other way, voices call from the east,
I saw my roots of the trees there planted at my feet.
It could be I'm searching for a place so small
With room for everything where worlds on worlds revolve.
But how can we wait?
I wouldn't hold you back.
Suppose I was the clere one and words came easy to me.
I could say I was writing a song about you and me.
Maybe that verse is yet tobe found, but waits inside of me,
A secret room, a tangled web to unweave.
But how can we wait knowing our ways,
How can we hold on,
Still you know it's not too late.
/A/
You were looking away from me, western skies calling you. Colors spilling, running dazzling you. I was looking the other way, voices call from the east, I saw my roots of the trees there planted at my feet. It could be I'm searching for a place so small With room for everything where worlds on worlds revolve. But how can we wait? I wouldn't hold you back. Suppose I was the clere one and words came easy to me. I could say I was writing a song about you and me. Maybe that verse is yet tobe found, but waits inside of me, A secret room, a tangled web to unweave. But how can we wait knowing our ways, How can we hold on, Still you know it's not too late. /A/ Explain Request ×
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