I'm trying to relax in this city
but there's just too much on my mind
Tommorow I will be running again
trying to sit down, maybe I'm not that kind
Maybe I'm not that kind of guy
or maybe it's not that kind of world
If I say I'm busy I lie
for one moment I'm saying goodbye
Goodbye to the running road in me
Goodbye to the organized mess
Goodbye to all that's daily
Pretending you're more, feeling you're less
Taking the stairs in this town
to a place called 'slowing down'
Swimming in a silent sea
before the moving life gets me
Darius: | Donderdag, december 22, 2005 01:58 |
heel mooi, sander met name de laatste twee strofes mvg Darius |
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MizzTeaQ: | Dinsdag, december 20, 2005 11:50 |
Soms gaat alles inderdaad even aan je voorbij , just let it be... Mooi geschreven. Liefs , |
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Gert: | Dinsdag, december 20, 2005 11:30 |
Sterk, heel sterk. Groet, Gert |
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Auteur: Sander Kunst | ||
Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 20 december 2005 | ||
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