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Running out, our time is running out...
 
 

Melancholie

There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms

There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves

There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children 'till she let's them go at last
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds

There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned

There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone

 

Iron & Wine - Passing afternoon

 

Ein wundervolles Lied wie ich finde und passt wundervoll zu meiner momentanen melancholischen Stimmung, die mich abends/nachts in letzter Zeit oft ereilt.

Ich weiß nicht mal direkt warum (Wann weiß ich das mal?!) ich weiß nur, dass es sich nicht sehr schlimm anfühlt. Ein bisschen weinen und ein paar schöne Lieder hören machen das Ganze schon wieder sehr erträglich, vielleicht brauche ich das ja auch um am Tag wieder alles geben zu können.

Wird mal wieder Zeit, dass ich ein bisschen am Profil hier rumbastel ♥

14.5.09 01:58

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