12 Hours in London
The Spaniards in the corner
Are keeping me awake tonight
I'm not sure what to make of my thoughts
And it's getting hard not to stare
Airports are odd places
Especially for the mind
I feel like I'd rather be back home
Just one more plane away
And I'll be ok
If it's ok with you
I think I'll stay up for a little while
It's not to change what I have to say
That will happen anyway
12 Hours in London
Waiting for all the things you would have
And I am not content to sit here as the friend
Why not?
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3 comments:
hehe... ah memories! Hey there Toad, hope you are now recovered from Survivor Pakistan. I'm pretty swell now... sorry to have missed you Sunday, guess you had a late shift the night before eh. Hope to see you soon.. hope to see more songs here too... I remember in my half zombie state that night wondering if you were sitting there writing a song.. guess so! Bless you - Peace out!
Spaniards? More pakistani I'd say, some things however, are better left forgotten.
ben
i think it's cool you went to london. i want to go there one day :)
Glad to hear you had fun. good song.
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