It's the little things....

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

The friday's sun bears down again,
-as we drive with our friends,
And on these longest days we spend,
-all our time trying to pretend,
That our stories could be true,
-wanting to be cool,
The setting sun says the day is through,
-if only we knew,

And we all sit 'round cheering our home town,


Listen to the waves as they all crash down,


And watch the fire as it slowly burns away,


Glowing embers fly across the sky,

You're here, by my side, in my summer, all last summer,

The world passes by, in my summer, our last summer,

The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other,

I like to watch it all, the view from our last summer.

We traced the sun across the sky,

-and we'd laugh till we cried,

Always so hard to say goodbye,

-goodbye

And we'd all sit 'round, cheering our home town,

It's so good like this, these are times we'll miss,

The memories i hope will never fade,

Glowing embers fly across the sky,

You're here, by my side, in my summer, our last summer,

The world passes by, in my summer our last summer,

The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other,

I like to watch it all the view from our last summer.

The view from our last summer...

I would stop time to stay with you,

I would stop time so we don't move,

I would stop time,

I would stop time,

I would stop time

To keep you here, by my side, in my summer, our last summer,

The world passes by, in my summer, our last summer,

The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other,

I like to watch it all, the view from our last summer.

2 Comments:

At 3:28 PM, Blogger Jamie said...

That was so annoying to do. First, none of the pictures went where i wanted, that took like half an hour, and then the first paragraph wouldn't space out like all the other ones... grr.

Why must an artist suffer?

 
At 11:31 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I can't think of anything interesting to say at all, so instead of saying nothing I shall say that the Detroit Tigers suck more then a dyson that has somehow ended up in a tear in the space/time continuum, and then run away giggling like a little girl, who also happens to be in the aforementioned rift.

Also, I'm a little confused as to why there's a sixteen hour gap between you actually posting it, and then telling us how hard it was to do.

 

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