Friday, May 23, 2008

Goodnight and Go

Imogen Heap

In the mist, I listen.
Merry Miss, I implore.
Out of this old prison,
Grant me this last encore.
Echo then more than ever
Now and when it’s all over.

Hide and seek in my sadness.
Even then, how I shiver.
Amber friend, do remember.
Pray, don’t speak of this madness.