rain.
Friday, April 17, 2009
like the smell of rain,
gray skies and dirty pavements.
clothes drenched,mascaras running.
with a smile you hold my hand
and lead me dancing
ending with a kiss.
you'll find her baby,i know you will.
gray skies and dirty pavements.
clothes drenched,mascaras running.
with a smile you hold my hand
and lead me dancing
ending with a kiss.
you'll find her baby,i know you will.


