Kierkegaard Quote for 27/10/2005

What is a poet?
An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music.

They're back

It's today...once again.
I know it won't be as good as it has been before, but still I feel I should go.:)



Every time I think of you it's like the last beat of my heart
The memory of leaving you is tearing me apart
No waves no tears no backward glance
But I'll always hold you dear
Never regret but I'll never forget
'Cos there's not enough heaven here

Hands across the ocean, reaching out for you
Across the waves, across the water
Hands, across the ocean

And every time I'm missing you I just can't let it show
And every time I want to cry I just can't let it go
all wine and song and masquerade and refuge holds me dear
Ribbons and lace and daisy chains
But there's not enough heaven here

Hands across the ocean, reaching out for you
Across the waves, across the water, reaching out for you
Hands across the ocean, reaching out for you
Across the waves, across the water
Hands, across the ocean

Bangles beads and lipstick games
And comfort holds me dear
Velvet and lace and perfumed sheets
But there's not enough heaven
Not enough heaven here

Hands across the ocean, reaching out for you
Across the waves, across the water, reaching out for you
Hands across the ocean, reaching out for you
Across the waves, across the water
Hands, across the ocean