No, it's not wonderful, but it'll do for now.
Lyrics:
Chorus:
I could live inside a book
Dead to everything
A place where all my body's quirks
don't mean anything
I will take the writer's hand
and travel to a different land
full of dark and different things
but strangely comforting
Verses:
It was a sunny day in Minnesota
Snow was holding on for a final dance
Taking secret streets to find
The writer
The writer stands in front of me
I feel him, he is real
But if he is real than what are the books?
And how do I say what I mean to?
He thinks my yellow eyes are cool
I see the sacred writing space
I see all the proof
Walking through the snow with him
I know that both book and man are real
White dogs guide us through the snow
back to the writer's home
Soon it is time to leave
and I wonder if it's all a dream
More singing! And I'm curious about your PSC, make a video about your history with that!
wordey123 2 months ago in playlist Uploaded videos
love it! he totally thought your yellow eyes were awesome! i'm so glad you could meet him. :)
sagem39 11 months ago