Greg Laswell
Where You Find Me
Strange how the wind is not out today
Nothing is moving, save for the waves
And the lady is empty and quite on her heels
And I fear out of all of us, you might her steal
But I find
I find
I don't know how I will land you, my friend
So I will fly you
Far beyond the plans that you made by the sea
Where you will find me
From Letras Mania