Monday, August 23, 2010

Away With The Others

In life, if we are incredibly lucky, we can find a person who speaks our language. Not with tongues and lips but the other kind, the hidden kind. A homecoming of sorts.



While you are away
My heart comes undone
Slowly unravels
In a ball of yarn
The devil collects it
With a grin
Our love
In a ball of yarn

He'll never return it

So when you come back
We'll have to make new love

2 comments:

Jack said...

i listened to this 4 times today.




...our heads, in similar spaces?

Letters from Elise said...

It's easy to do, such a beautiful song and video.

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