Sunday, October 25, 2009

tomorrow

Sunset sky
bleeding to red
winds are blowing
good bye my sea

this thing don't fly
its like a moving bed
sometimes slowing
like time for me

so here i go
leaving them behind
somehow i knew i will
i don't know
if life will be the same again
after the angle comes to kill

so roll them down
roll them down
roll down the windows
let the wind come in
and sing
I wont be here tomorrow


Sunset sky
bleeding to red
winds are blowing
good bye karachi

this thing do fly
its like a moving bed
never slowing
like time for me

here i go
leaving them behind
somehow i knew i will
i don't know
if life will be the same again
when the angle comes to kill

so roll them down
roll them down
roll down the windows
let the wind come in
and sing
I don't know about tomorrow
they say it'll take care of it
no shit
like it did yesterday.

Roll them down
roll down the windows
let the wind come in and sing
I'll see you tomorrow.
Roll them down
roll down the windows
let the wind come in and sing
I'll see you tomorrow.

from the desert
nature has it
it holds the answer

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