The Saint Symphonic Streets

Where are we now ?

Friday, January 16, 2009

Stranded


I walk on plaster walls
Where our voyeur ears appall
My footsteps resonate
they disseminate our calls

Some ledge is inside myself
I prepare myself to fall
If I seem beside myself
I deny myself to call

So won't you whisper
Won't you say

Are we stranded here
Are we stranded
Have we made it here
Have we made it

Have we made it dear
Have we made it
Have we made it here
Have we made it

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