Sunday, December 18, 2005
Repeat yourself, my hands are shakingA thousand questions left unanswered
I'll serenade before I do
Candles burn without a flame on
My final call to you, I know you're listening
I stood beside the wood that held you
I must sit down, my legs are shakingWith gifts of plectrums for your journey
And melodies to help you on your way
You had it, I had it. Ambellina lost it.
chase
