Ten months gone and things have changed,
Now everybody thinks
it's gone stale,
But, in me, there's still a flame,
And I
have but myself to blame.
Treat me gently, hold me tight,
For I'm about to face, the
coldest night,
When you realise, deep down inside,
That you
want to be free to ride.
Posted: 2007-06-25 22:34:51