Distance
By Chad
Let me wrench the earth Shorten the tracks Quicken the weeks Turn a day into an hour And make this hour last as long as this cigerette Let me cut short the day Let me squash the nights Let me make this island A road... A room. And this room my world Let me turn distance into nothing So that nothing stands in my way Let me run, let me fly So i can cross the miles in a stride Let me hold you, let me love you For three hundred miles. Written June 26th, 2001 © on Jun 26 2001 05:37 AM PST 0 • 8
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"Let me wrench the earth..."