two weeks ago, there were other cities and feathers and songs.
then, again I sailed the paper ship to where the winds blew me.
in the blush of the morning icy crytals lay down on me and melt to pearls in my hair.
my head never seems to wander the same paths as my feet with my thoughts always sailing.
I don't do too much talking these days, I'm thinking in melodies but the guitar is far, in another room in another town.
thinking about our recent concert and watching stefan's beautiful film about it is making me all warm and smiley with memories, when we (being not even maybe) shared wine and melodies with the great and lovely artists pauwel de meyer and love like birds.
it feels like I'll never be lonely because I have songs in my mind.
then, again I sailed the paper ship to where the winds blew me.
in the blush of the morning icy crytals lay down on me and melt to pearls in my hair.
my head never seems to wander the same paths as my feet with my thoughts always sailing.
I don't do too much talking these days, I'm thinking in melodies but the guitar is far, in another room in another town.
thinking about our recent concert and watching stefan's beautiful film about it is making me all warm and smiley with memories, when we (being not even maybe) shared wine and melodies with the great and lovely artists pauwel de meyer and love like birds.
it feels like I'll never be lonely because I have songs in my mind.
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