Kensington Prairie
Letters That I Send
Of all the longing within
This fragile skin of mine
This to be the first
To bring back time.
From the far corners of the world
Places we've been to
And all those childish eyes we've
Tried to look thru.
And do you know how
To pick up the pieces
Put them all, back together
The dream of yesterday
And all the different faces
We seem to find everywhere.
Of all the longing within this wild yellow sun
The mystery of time past
And time still to come.
From the far corners of the world
This landscape we call ours
Of many layered loves and
Many scattered ones.
And do you know how
To pick up the pieces
Put them all back together
The dream of yesterday
And all the different faces
We seem to find everywhere.
Of all the longing within
These letters that I send
This to be the last
To see you again.
From Paroles Mania