Saturday 20 June 2009

Crystal ball.

Gimme a crystal ball and I'll break it.
I don't even care if I make it.
The future is not mine to see;
I don't want future memories.

Well, that crystal ball - I'll forsake it.
Your best guess is we'd better shake it
Right on out of that door.
We'll go where time won't haunt us anymore.

I like drawn-out summer nights.
The buoys at sea all flare so bright
Like they're reflecting patterns in the sky.
The sea air's got me on high.

Well, every day's pattern's the same,
But you could tell me it might change.
I will take you at your word,
For I don't care what comes my way.

Well, gimme a crystal ball and I'll break it.
I don't even care if I make it.
I just want you by my side.
Come what may, I will survive.

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