By Collin Hay
I drink good coffee every morning
it comes from a place thats far away
and when i'm done, i feel like talking
without you here, there's less to say
I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
what is closer to the truth
is if i lived til i was a hundred and two
i just don't think i'll ever get over you
im no longer moved to drink strong wiskey
i shook the hand time and i knew
that if i lived til i could no longer climb my stairs
i just don't think i'll ever get over you
your face it dances and it haunts me
your laughter still ringing in my ears
i still find peices of your presence here
even after all these years
I don't want you thinking that i don't get asked to dinner
'cause im here to say i sometimes do
and even though i may seem to feel a touch of love
i just don't think i'll ever get over you
if i lived til i was a hundred and two
i just don't think i'll ever get over you
'Let the poets Cry themselves to sleep'
Love From Me
xxoo
Thomas Listen. Listen. There are times when life calls out for a change. A transition. Like the seasons. Our spring was wonderful, but summer is over now and we missed out on autumn. And now all of a sudden, it's cold, so cold that everything is freezing over. Our love fell asleep, and the snow took it by surprise. But if you fall asleep in the snow, you don't feel death coming. Take care
I drink good coffee every morning
it comes from a place thats far away
and when i'm done, i feel like talking
without you here, there's less to say
I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
what is closer to the truth
is if i lived til i was a hundred and two
i just don't think i'll ever get over you
im no longer moved to drink strong wiskey
i shook the hand time and i knew
that if i lived til i could no longer climb my stairs
i just don't think i'll ever get over you
your face it dances and it haunts me
your laughter still ringing in my ears
i still find peices of your presence here
even after all these years
I don't want you thinking that i don't get asked to dinner
'cause im here to say i sometimes do
and even though i may seem to feel a touch of love
i just don't think i'll ever get over you
if i lived til i was a hundred and two
i just don't think i'll ever get over you
'Let the poets Cry themselves to sleep'
Love From Me
xxoo
Thomas Listen. Listen. There are times when life calls out for a change. A transition. Like the seasons. Our spring was wonderful, but summer is over now and we missed out on autumn. And now all of a sudden, it's cold, so cold that everything is freezing over. Our love fell asleep, and the snow took it by surprise. But if you fall asleep in the snow, you don't feel death coming. Take care
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Phiona on October 18, 2007Thankyou for the pretteh gold little Miss Tiggs.
Don't Worry. Be Happy.
Hehe. I have that song stuck in my head. I got it stuck in all the midgets at work heads too.
Yay me.
Muchly Love.
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Walking Tall on August 7, 2007the gold looks very pretty sitting there on your mantel
congrats
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Phiona on July 27, 2007Hello Tiggs!
I am B.O.R.E.D!
I have had wayyyy too much sugar!
YIPPEE! OMG I cannot believe I just typed that. Now I'm getting random flashbacks from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory!
See, this is why it dangerous to give me sugar!
MWAHAHAHAHAHA! -
Phiona on June 4, 2007BOO!
Heart you.
Deb
