Thanksgiving
Be Finished
This will be resoundingA hundred times againThe summer heat, it creeps upIf you get used to a dayThe shadow all came laterAnd words would have you thinkThose words flung among usThe darkness out to dryAnd still the sun is sleepingWhen I expect to seeAnd still someone was comingIt truly was not meBut I'll try to let skeins flung outBe wound around againAnd I'll try to let the rough rocksBe finished by the wavesBe finished by the wavesBe finished by the wavesBe finished by the wavesBe finished by the waves
From Letras Mania