24 maggio 2009

Bollettino ufficiale sullo stato del mio umore n° 23

...ciao Frances!




I wish I was a willow
And I could sway to the music in the wind
And I wish I was a lover
I wouldn’t need my costumes and pretend
I wish I was a mountain
I’d pass boldly thru the clouds and never end
I wish I was a soft refrain
When the lights were out I’d play
And be your friend
I strut and fret my hour upon the stage
The hour is up
I have to run and hide my rage
I’m lost again
I think I’m really scared
I won’t be back at all this time
And have my deepest secrets shared


I’d like to be a willow
A lover, a mountain or a soft refrain
But I’d hate to be a grown-up
And have to try to bear my life in pain


I wish I was a soft refrain
When the lights were out I’d play
And be your friend
I strut and fret my hour upon the stage
The hour is up
I have to run and hide my rage
I’m lost again
I think I’m really scared
I won’t be back at all this time
And have my deepest secrets shared

I’d like to be a willow
A lover, a mountain or a soft refrain
But I’d hate to be a grown-up
And have to try to bear my life in pain

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