what can i say? i'm an eccentric woman.

got more soul

than a sock

with a hole.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

it's getting late...

It’s getting late…

It’s getting late

And I have yet to see you
It’s getting late
And my heard can’t find you
My mind cannot bear
To see you not there
Beside me

It’s getting late
And I’m still waiting for your call
It’s getting late
I’m going nowhere at all
But should I, should I stay here and dream
Believe in the possibilities
Or let go
Of you

It’s getting late…

It’s getting late….
The clock has stopped its ticking
The light is dim
I guess you’re just a sweet memory

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