Turning Plates
In case I go
I am old, set in stone,Covered with brown leaves and loose earth,You are scared; mouth your first prayer,Place your flowers and just sit a while, Because you surprised me here, in this world,My wide eyed girl,I was Ill, predictable,And you redeemed all my wooden themes,But I'll surprise you when we meet again,An inexplicable trend,I promised so the laws must bend to bring you home to where I go,I have poured out my sores,All I had for you to hear so you'd know,That I'll surprise you when we meet again,An inexplicable trend,I promised so the laws must bend to bring you home to where I go,
From Letras Mania