Drazen Boskic

Adrian´s Waves

Down the beach bar I came I came
Hurryin’ like I’m the one of the waves myself

I came I came and waved

 

Thought you should kiss away

My worn out phrases and you won’t notice

I’m always wrong in such places

Thought you should hear them

And then find a way to your home

And let me go just like I come alone

Down to the beach bar I came I came

Selling rubbish I came I came

To sell a cloud to the moon

And then remember your name as I’m going away

 

Hey Canadian sweet

Quiet sure I could eat your meat

People go home but we always stay

Wanna rest a finger top on your chest

Can you see me through your pale?

I bet you love my wish can you make it true

As I say something like I’m whole in you?

 

And we are diving in the same sea

Do you see what I see?

And I am resting an eye on your knee

Do you read what I feel?

A water drop on your lash

A salty way on your back

Think I’m going to invite the mess

 

I can be a game breaker at the perfectly wrong time

I’ve been speaking up I guess I said it all now

Said it all now then you go now

Berry’s closing the place strange

Everyone’s watching him doing it strange

Everyone’s out there strange you somewhere else

 

Down to the beach bar I came I came

They mentioned last time you were not okay

Sold some left rubbish then became that rolling wave

Sold a cloud to the moon

They’ve left your name going somewhere

I waved

 

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 15.07.2006.

 
 

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