uma das grandes canções de kurt wagner, escondida no album "aw c'mon",
outro daqueles nocturnos mais-que-perfeitos...
wearing a halo of mist
glowing
pink and purple
in
the afternoon light
sprawling
from a hub
they
gave way to patches of green
the
wine colored country
unfolded
as we tumbled into our rooms
and
our travel kinks floated away
as
we stroked the sunrise
and
stained the lake a hazy pink
and
the jade tree green rivers
and
the apple trees
'n'
the thoughts of wearing
our
sun screen and evergreens
are
layered like feathers at your feet
nothing
but a blur from a bullet train
a
picturesque, old teahouse with a carp pond
as
we trundled out of the tunnel
as
we trundled out of the tunnel
[ para a a.r., a mais recente convertida às costeletas de cordeiro ]
