Reverbnation

Saturday, 1 December 2012

Parade


Parade

I bide time not knowing where to go
You drop a line leave a message on the phone
Woke to the sound of a beating drummers tune
It echoes all around this empty vacant room

It’s a long parade down an open road
It’s hard to find beating so slow

Heard voices in the air setting my time free
Are memories so blind that they cannot even see
I do recall hearing your beating heart
Or was that the drummer that was playing
Tell him to play from the start

It’s a long parade down.........

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