Fred Thomas
Snow Bight
Pound sign footnote like a highwire pro, andPut her name into all your throwaway poems, ohI was sleeping when you called, I couldn't hear the phonebut I was dreaming of homeStop before you tell me something you don't want me to knowYou can't save me from the way rain always turns into snow, andWill I see you at the airport? Will I see you at all?I'll be sleeping when you callI'll be dreaming of some time long agoI'll be dreaming of snow
From Letras Mania