here she comes breakin' through my window
in the early morning hours
for the moment, i am disrupted
but in time she'll make me smile
all the wonderous animals
roamin' round the earth
bring us songs of calm
they do no wrong
they do no wrong
you don't know just how much i miss you
yeah my stomach aches in your absence
i don't know what i'd do without you
'cause i'd have no one to follow
you are my love
i hold you above
everything and everyone
yeah, everyone
everyone
here outside all the kids are playin'
they're my wake up call each day
look at them,
their little lives beginning
i have watched them over years
blooming like sweet roses
dryin' their wet noses
no thought of the cold
yeah i feel old
i feel old
yesterday we found a hidden passage
and i opened my sleepy eyes
through the trees parrots swept up past us
and the gardens there smelled good
all the pretty houses
decoratively coloured
tonight i want no other
than my own
than my own
I don't paint often. I don't know technique and often I don't know the first step in executing my "vision". That being said, I recently finished two paintings I would like to share with you.
my paper heart

If loss is love then love is lost for all . . .

Currently Listening to
Ghosts of the Great Highway
by Sun Kil Moon
for the moment, i am disrupted
but in time she'll make me smile
all the wonderous animals
roamin' round the earth
bring us songs of calm
they do no wrong
they do no wrong
you don't know just how much i miss you
yeah my stomach aches in your absence
i don't know what i'd do without you
'cause i'd have no one to follow
you are my love
i hold you above
everything and everyone
yeah, everyone
everyone
here outside all the kids are playin'
they're my wake up call each day
look at them,
their little lives beginning
i have watched them over years
blooming like sweet roses
dryin' their wet noses
no thought of the cold
yeah i feel old
i feel old
yesterday we found a hidden passage
and i opened my sleepy eyes
through the trees parrots swept up past us
and the gardens there smelled good
all the pretty houses
decoratively coloured
tonight i want no other
than my own
than my own
I don't paint often. I don't know technique and often I don't know the first step in executing my "vision". That being said, I recently finished two paintings I would like to share with you.
my paper heart
If loss is love then love is lost for all . . .
Currently Listening to
Ghosts of the Great Highway
by Sun Kil Moon

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