Wherever you are
String my nerves on a wooden guitar,
Let my blood write the words on your veins,
You will feel them wherever you are,
They will keep you from going insane.
Sing the song for you know the words,
It's the only one plugging me in,
Flows through me and gives me the jolts.
I call it love but they call it a sin.
High above where angels come crying,
In a corner of an infinite trance,
There is a place where we would be lying,
Tasting music of a second chance.
Sing the song for you know the tune,
It's the one that makes good out of bad,
Wraps me cozy - the sun or the moon,
I call it love but they call it a fad.
Strings are popping but the song goes on.
I'll keep singing it for you from afar.
If I am here or if I am gone,
You will hear it wherever you are.
Kostya Altman
June 14, 2010
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