Tuesday, April 26, 2011


You know in the darkest hour
How to listen to the grass growing up
You say when the coastline lies awaiting
That they shine like precious threads of pearls.

And your house of clay built by the river
Hosts your faith in serendipity
And your house of clay built with your strong arms
Hosts your faith in serendipity.

What I've been waiting for?
You are.
You now.
So I keep caring on
Only hope can be above it all.

Parov Stellar

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