Giannis_Drakos:
Swell
Giannis_Drakos:
Love heals the wings of a butterfly on a wheel
Giannis_Drakos:
Hot under the sun
Giannis_Drakos:
No one belongs here more than you
Giannis_Drakos:
Lights lights all of the lights
Giannis_Drakos:
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream
Giannis_Drakos:
It's only the wind; that listening wind
Giannis_Drakos:
The shells that he sells are surely seashells
Giannis_Drakos:
Escapism 747
Giannis_Drakos:
One day I am going to grow wings
Giannis_Drakos:
Where did summer go?
Giannis_Drakos:
I miss you but I haven't met you yet
Giannis_Drakos:
Summer kisses, winter tears
Giannis_Drakos:
I'll do my crying in the rain
Giannis_Drakos:
Be still my aching heart
Giannis_Drakos:
On the outside, looking in
Giannis_Drakos:
Oh, look love, it's raining flowers!
Giannis_Drakos:
I need an island, somewhere to sink a stone
Giannis_Drakos:
People under the sun like ants on an active volcano
Giannis_Drakos:
I close my eyes and Sally's pigeons fly
Giannis_Drakos:
And fall even deeper than love
Giannis_Drakos:
Leaves on an old Ford Orion
Giannis_Drakos:
A certain slant of light
Giannis_Drakos:
A red umbrella under the sun
Giannis_Drakos:
Transparent roses under the sun
Giannis_Drakos:
You hold the light of the world at bay
Giannis_Drakos:
Dreaming in metaphors
Giannis_Drakos:
Summer’s first breath
Giannis_Drakos:
Like the whispering wind you stand here with me
Giannis_Drakos:
I still got sand in my shoes
