Go to work and take your calls
Hang the fruits
Of your labour on the walls
Such precision and care
What does it matter
If theres no one here to share
Flowers in the garden
Blue wine
The waiting for godot
And so much modern time?
All I want
Is what you want
Im always waiting
For a red letter day
The years perfecting a stance
Of measured cool
Fade into insignificance
The moment one starts to understand
What on earth
Does it profit a man?
All I want
Is what you want
Im always waiting
For a red letter day
For something special
Somehow new
Someone saying i love you
Baby, Im waiting
For that red letter day
You can sneer
Or disappear behind a veneer
Of self-control
But for all of those who dont fit in
Who follow their instincts
And are told they sin
This is a prayer for
A different way
All I want
Is what you want
Im always waiting
For a red letter day
Like christmas morning
When youre a kid
Admit you love me
And you always did
Baby Im hoping
For that red letter day
Today
07/02/2009 um 7:38 |
“a prayer for a different way” – mit dieser art ‘gebete’ könnt’ ich was anfangen
hmmm … psb
09/02/2009 um 9:29 |
Ach so, deswegen ein “red Letter Day’
09/02/2009 um 9:53 |
The other way around! Deswegen dieser Post!
Weil ich mich so gefreut habe!