Living in Hope

I think of things to say
Evenings spent at your place
Everything’s so good there
Evenings looking at your face.

You I could never share
I wouldn’t want it any other way
And everything I have to say
Has been said in many better ways.

This is my infatuation
This is the way I cope
There’s not much satisfaction
But I live in hope.

Mudcrow
30-10-98



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