telegraph

I send my telegraph to you

And I am praying it went through

To remind you of my voice

You shot my future in the dark

And now I’m bleeding works of art

That illuminate the noise

My head dreamed up a certain girl

Brown eyes with a brunette curl

Then eyes of blue came to my aid

You came to twist it all around

My plans just left without a sound

Caught in your lovely masquerade

Oh my poetry was broken, but my words become much sweeter with you

And my heart it was wounded, but it seems that it has healed with you, with you

With winter gone and autumn near

Your laugh shows me that you’re sincere

The summer beach shows off your skin

I think I’ll marry you someday

With lines of love and songs to play

The time for wait is crumbling

Oh my poetry was broken, but my words become much sweeter with you

And my heart it was wounded, but it seems that it has healed with you, with you