Echoes
Tell me
when you
wanna go,
tell me
when you
wanna know.
I'm the
change that
you're so
afraid of;
deep blue
mind blow
laid flat
our backs.
To thee
my dove:
let it flow
the brightest hue
right on cue;
tell me
when you
wanna go
to thee
my love.
Copyright © Chris Patton | Year Posted 2006
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