Saturday, January 29, 2011

Where are you now?

I see a picture in a frame, I see a face without a name, riding alone on an empty train Where are you? I live in a house of broken hearts leaves are falling in the park, Every day is a question mark, Where are you? I would drive through the rain to find you, Walk a desert plain behind you, You could unlock these chains, Where are you now? Through the storm I call your name to guide you. Love could be the flame. Lying in my room at night, silhouettes are dressed in white waiting for the morning light... Where are you now?