дек 27 2004
Yesterday
It was almost real, almost personal
And the snow fell so peacefully
On your shoulders, it just sat there
Melting, soaking in your clothes...
your skin touching with its icy lips
Made me feel jealous... I loved....
And it was so real, almost personal
Running fingers through your hair
Messing it, smiling with care and
Saying goodbye, see ya sometime
Were we there at all, was the snow?
It seemed so real, personal...almost
27 Декември 2004