It's gone from light to grey
but I'll move those clouds away
letting the sun shine through
in this ode to you.
Let the demons have their place
if so its angels you'll create.
And disguised within the dark.
Light will wait.
My heart, I owe you my soul.
Will you please accept,
Please accept this ode.
This is all for you.
Transcend.
We flip towards the sun.
Wheels skidding on the road.
A flowing sea of red.
The whole city groans.
My heart, I owe you my soul.
Will you please accept,
please accept this ode.
This is all for you.
Transcend.
Will you please accept,
please accept this ode.
This is all for you.
Transcend.
Fiasco.
Rubber neck passing motorist.
Mangled tuna-can car rests.
Repair this tattered skin.
Hold it in your hand.
You've already glistened through the window.
You've already set us all free, free, free.
Please accept,
please accept this ode.
This is all for you.
Transcend.
Will you please accept,
please accept this offer (it's over).
This is all for you.
Transcend.
Fiasco.
Ode to the Sun. Enero 2008. A Raquel.
Say hello to sunshine.
Escrito por Xabier a las 10 de Enero 2008 a las 08:00 PM