The search light in the big yard
swings round with the gun
and spotlights snowflakes
like the dust in the sun
It's Christmas in prison,
there'll be music tonight.
I'll probably get homesick
I love you,
goodnight.
Wait a while, eternity.
Old mother nature's got nothing on me.
This post was edited by Gorikain on Jan 27 2009 09:23pm