terça-feira, maio 13, 2008

I Miss

i bury myself
in the leaves to sleep
the sun so strong and rage so deep
i keep waking to find
i've been dreaming again
and the sound of the ocean
is not a plane
and far away
they talk about me in newspaper columns
they write about me round dinner tables
and cocktail parties, i'm a heroine
and a tragic figure, i'm a heroine
as i'm lying here
beneath my sky

and sometimes
sometimes i cry, sometimes
sometimes i wonder
why we're always coming down
and why we need to touch the ground
and why i didn't keep on heading
right on up to heaven
i miss my sky