Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song
Come away with me on a bus
Come away with me where they can't tempt us
With their lies
I want to walk with you, on a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee kigh
So won't you try to come
Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountain top
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you
And I want to wake up with the rain falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you to come away with me in the night
Come away with me


Norah Jones.

its so close that i can almost taste it. the fresh crisp mountain air, the scenic view i get merely from gazing out of my window, and, the most imperitive of all. A LOCK! if there's one concept my present living quarters doesn;t cater for, it's privacy. so right now, i'm suffering from an utter and complete lack of it.

so close but yet it seems so far. just barely out of reach. it's like i'm streching out my fingers, but they need to be just 1cm longer, and they're not. the wait is tortourous!

alright, back to the books. what else do i seem to be doing lately? don't answer that, its redundant since there's only one solitary answer which fits. 2 more months! freedom! i can almost taste it...and it tastes sweet, so sweet that i probably shouldnt indulge in those fantasies right now. and sammy? i'm SO sorry i keep dissapearing on u! :) love u always!