Sunday, November 23, 2008

Still Fumbling for Truth



Feel I'm on the verge of some great truth
Were I'm finally in my place
But I'm fumbling still for proof
And it's cluttering my space
Casting shadows on my face
I know I have a strength to move a hill
I can hardly leave my room
So I'll sit perfectly still
And I'll listen for a tune
While my mind is on the moon.

Cause everywhere I seem to be
I am only passing through.
I dream these days about the sea
Always wake up feeling blue
Wishing I could dream of you.

So if I stumble
And if I fall
And if I slit now
And loose it all
And if I can't be all that I could be
Will you, will you wait for me

And wait for me
Please wait for me.

Alexi Murdoch, "Wait"

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