October 2008
I cant tell if your laughing, because between each smile there is a tear in your eye... There is a train leaving town in an hour, its not waiting for you but i always do... Älskar dig älsk
one last thing i beg you please just before you go i've watched you fly on paper wings half way round the world until they burned up in the atmosphere and sent you spiraling down landed somewhere far
It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long Caught somewhere between a boy and man She was seventeen and she was far from in-between It was summertime in Northern Michigan Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh