Visits - Colleagues

you write your name, it’s not your letter.

you write your name with (that white feather)

and it wont come off

innocence is control

you’ve been waiting for something better

you’ve been waiting since last semtember

but it wont turn off

fears you han’t told and the math was

expectations they getting bluer

and love wont forget

nobody will doubt at last weve be forgiven

at last it’s not a rumor…

slowly

you turn your head

and I still recall yourself

I wait but our live have got no future

and slowly you turn away

put it all on hold

what you lack you gain in patience

and the nights they feel like ages

and we all forget

innocent no more

you’re still waiting for someone better

you’re still wating for this summer.

for the lights we (burn)

it’s not what we have been told we’re not alone we’re not togehter I read your

name I read your letter and we all forget