Posted in Music, Yours Truly

“What we seek we shall find; what we flee from flees from us.”

It is the fear of the impossibility that becomes temporarily tangible, which limits us more than we can imagine.

Artist :Bent

Sunday Boy

The curtain falls, take it away
Rapture applause, it’s over again
(Possibly)

Patiently waiting for seven days to see you again
Counting each cloud in the sky
Suddenly Saturday blazes through
I forget the time
You’re coming home, Sunday boy

Come to me, run to me
Come to me, run to me
It’s okay

Fall into me
Fall into me
It’s perfectly safe

You remind me of somebody I used to love
Something familiar in your smile
Suddenly Saturday blazes through blurring light
‘Til you return to me, Sunday boy

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Author:

"If he's honest, he'll steal; if he's human, he'll murder; if he's faithful, he'll deceive. Being at a loss to resolve these questions, I am resolved to leave them without any resolution." I have so much to say to you that I am afraid I shall tell you nothing."

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