Lace

Shall I be sure?

And if I´m not?

Out of the hot spot

No water on shore.

Nothing´s worse

than a woman with no word,

fake promise

untied lace.

What am I supposed to do,

When things become untrue?

the piece of chalk´s over

How about finding cover?

Nothing´s worse
than a woman with no word,
fake promise
untied lace.

There´s water inside

the kind you can not hide

Oh, it burns so much

I´m out of touch.

So many possible ways

things are not quite straight

wind is blowing too cold

No more "another day"

16/05/2007

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