In Disguise
Home is where you are
a thousand of miles away.
I wish I had wings, nice and white to fly up to the blue star;
to sit there and watch you every day.
Smoking the last cigarette
and drinking this morning's coffee.
The soles are rigged on my black Converse
on the hard pavement; like song overplayed.
I wish I had wings, fluffy and red with glitter
to fly to you and keep your dreams safe.
But I have never been a writer
and so many things I wanted to say are gone in vain.
I wish I had wings, made of Sun rays and Moon dust;
because maybe then you'll see me…
See the girl in disguise;
the one that always was there.
a thousand of miles away.
I wish I had wings, nice and white to fly up to the blue star;
to sit there and watch you every day.
Smoking the last cigarette
and drinking this morning's coffee.
The soles are rigged on my black Converse
on the hard pavement; like song overplayed.
I wish I had wings, fluffy and red with glitter
to fly to you and keep your dreams safe.
But I have never been a writer
and so many things I wanted to say are gone in vain.
I wish I had wings, made of Sun rays and Moon dust;
because maybe then you'll see me…
See the girl in disguise;
the one that always was there.