The steam and rain blowing off of a heated car whips into the cold night,
Passes the girl flying her bike.
Soaked to the bone and as warm as a sunset,
Are you afraid of a ghost?
I've got you so close Winter winds can't intercede.
In a land a little south of a dream.
A sight of her has you consumed,
The smell of perfume brings a change in your emotion,
You look like you've sen a ghost.
The northeast breeze blows over lovers,
Fighting beneath apricot trees and tangled in bushes,
In a land a little south of a dream.
South of a dream you'll find your fears.
South of a dream I'll shed your tears.
South of a dream we'll be one.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
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