The riot of spring
Into the riot of the spring
sirens are calling my soul
what the hell is wrong with me?
I feel like I'm a thousand years old
But I've just been a boy
who started a million fires
went down on his knees and then prayed
to catch another glimpse of your face
That day you were wearing a skirt
the day you made my knees shake
all that distant time
I knew you just had to be mine
But the princess never turned around
she never knew he was there
only madness makes sence after all
'cause you made me mad
YOU MADE ME MAD
When it's only trees who really talk to me
I guess it's time to leave and start the riot of spring
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Mon 23rd May 2011 16:34
For me, the first verse says it all, a very quotable four lines.