Blame it on the wet wind
I hate it when you think
That this isn’t the time
And theres still time
To wait for the time.
My friend, its probably true
That patience is a virtue.
But you see,
For folks like you and me
Theres all the time in the world to be virtuous,
But the world’s got no time for us.
Moments – they make haste
Only to freeze for a split second
(to wink at us)
If today we miss the bus,
And tomorrow we make a fuss,
There'd be no point really.
That’d just be silly.
Don’t you see?
I’d let it all slip away.
I’d watch the sands slip through my figures
And laugh at them.
Believe me.
I wouldn’t give a damn if
I oversleep
N miss my own gig, any gig,
But I’d give it all to hold back
The ones with you.
For you see, I’ve let too many
And they cost me a pretty penny.
It took me a while but now I know
I should never let you go.
I want you here, with me, now.
I want to be with you, here, now,
When the wet wind blows,
And love flows,
I kneel before thee, time
And take a bow.
Grant me my wish. Stay.
Don’t let this slip away.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Setting off the crazy alarm!
Posted by weatherman at 2:20 AM
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2 comments:
Happy valentine's day amit =)
u too doc. :)
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