Treasure Island

Not A Dream Choice


Spring On April Avenue


When you dont need me anymore
You realise how much you need me
But I just need you if you not need me
Like the spring on april avenue

Words are wounds
And flowers fly
The smell of dew
Spring on april avenue

The electrification
Every leafs pleasure
Every lightbulb waiting underground
Every child rising through life

Because machines are statues...
Spring on april avenue

Theres no symphony
Just a storm in every eye
Snow in their minds...frozen souls
Spring on april avenue.

Theres too much blinding light
Too many wells, and the walls are coming closer
Too many hearts beating our life
But the heart beat for death not life

Like the spring on april avenue
Divorced...forced from heaven and hell...
Air and the earth...Im...Im...
On april avenue.

Submitted: Thursday, October 08, 2009

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