I'm standing here waiting for you to come, in the sky some kind of strange, sky phenomenon.

Now I'm sitting here with a glass of white, with my friend
lucky strike 
listening to the sweetest tunes.
Just a minute ago I saw the sun going down the building
there are barely no clouds in the sky. 
It's windy, but I rather like it. 
It's the west coast
the best coast, 
my hometown.

2 kommentarer:

  1. those last three lines... I can totally imagine them as the spoken words at the end of a song...

  2. I don't know... if the song doesn't exist already, we have to write it :-)