| I fly halfway across the world
and when I get there the tires on the wheels still whisper "Katie, Katie, Katie." When I pick up my dinner fork, at a formal restaurant, my food still whispers "Katie, Katie, Katie." On the way back to my hotel, the pine trees till whisper "Katie, Katie, Katie." I cannot move on with life I cannot stop loving you. "Katie, Katie, Katie." |
Copyright ©2008 Ashi Shadow 5/2/08
on way to O'hare for visit to Hajo in Berlin
In Margin it says "We've been broken up for five years."