Telegraph

I send my telegraph to you 

And I am praying it went through 

To remind you of my voice

You shot my future in the dark 

And now I’m bleeding works of art

 That illuminate the noise

 

My head dreamed up a certain girl 

Brown eyes with a brunette curl

Then eyes of blue came to my aid

You came to twist it all around 

My plans just left without a sound

Caught in your lovely masquerade

 

Oh my poetry was broken, but my words become much sweeter with you

And my heart it was wounded, but it seems that it has healed with you, with you

 

With winter gone and autumn near 

Your laugh shows me that you’re sincere

The summer beach shows off your skin

I think I’ll marry you someday

With lines of love and songs to play

The time for wait is crumbling  

 

Oh my poetry was broken, but my words become much sweeter with you

And my heart it was wounded, but it seems that it has healed with you, with you