Tuesday, 6 November 2012

Would you rescue me?
When i Listen to the stars shining inside our hut
When the flicker of light flutters inside me when you’re around

Would you dance with me after the rescue?
When the beach call is no longer a tall order
When the fancy umbrellas and colourful straws help us to down the sun

Would you fix and mend me mindfully rescue ranger?
When the danger in me is wild with desire
When the fire flings our guitar strings together

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