The Bare Surface, Ive Longed For You – NOT WONK
So it’s really quiet here.
So there is only a call of deers.
Well, I don’t know where to be.
The bare surface remains silent.
It’s like make a good day something wrong.
It’s like make a funeral a christening day.
What I want is you
I have longed for you.
I have longed for the different world with you.
If I were younger, I’d miss you for a while.
If I were younger, it was something like a fool’s gold.
I might break off with your way to grow.
Saturdays don’t know where you’re from.
What I want is you
I have longed for you.
I have longed for the different world with you.
After all my crying, here returns an echo of my all over there,
over the cliff, down the valley.
Don’t you dare doubt where you’re staying ‘cause you are a friend of mine.
Tell me in the way you saw it instead of a whine.