My father was a somniloquist; he only talked to me in his sleep. Lured at night by his one-sided conversation one room over, I would escape the cot I'd grown out of, gaze at my sleeping mother, and ... [+]
Take me back please,
to that never rainy summer
where the sunlight was warmer.
Take me back please,
to that wonderful place
where there's always a smile on my face.
Take me back please,
to those happier days
where you were not so far away.
to that never rainy summer
where the sunlight was warmer.
Take me back please,
to that wonderful place
where there's always a smile on my face.
Take me back please,
to those happier days
where you were not so far away.