Treasure Island

Chris Leermakers

(13/10/1974 / Melbourne, Australia)

BALANCING


I Start To Feel It To
Strange Feelings All Over Me
Now It's Over Me
Now It's Over You
Come On, Let Me See
The Dark Soon Glides By
Our Park Passed The Sky
If It Goes, You Do Not Cry
Over, The Passing By
Life Revolves
Around The Clock
And Then Evolves
Breaking The Lock
To Them Divine
To Me Beauty
Stand And Guard
Painstaking Duty
And Soon The Air
It Drifts Into Me
You Are There
And I Am Me
Floating High
we Are Free
In The Sky
Catch Me Please
Don't You Freeze
On Me Now
More Than Ever
Watch Me How
Balancing
In The Spring
I See The Air
Over There
And Watch It Sing
With Everything
The Blooming Blue
Is After You
It's Running Fast
It's Running Past
The Likes Of Me
I'm Coming Last...

Submitted: Monday, June 24, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 25, 2013
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