Noise in the night
that likes to keep me up...
Living young and dying free
That's what it's like to be me...
I said everything is wrong
and she asked me to write about it...
A cold breeze rushes past me,
sending chills down my spine...
Sweet sounds serenading the town folk
Music notes fill the open world...
Can't fall asleep
I'll try counting sheep...
Her mind-
a collection...
Come again, be a sight I desire wrapped in
a further unforeseen summer...
Carefree life they lead with a smile
Hiding mischievous thought in their eyes...
I may wear a yellow dress
to laugh at the mad waves...
For the final time I will steal
one last sip of your bitter cup...
My heart
not so stupid anymore...