Stina Nordenstam Hopefully Yours
Wind full of smells And far-away places The last thing I said Are you sure you can do this? Hands fold together He says no Don't turn your head No don't Just go I'm here in your yard And it's getting colder You're making it hard He smiled when he told me Life on the wing Like a lot of things Would be better if we didn't try I tried Like I was walkong out in your garden Or am I just being foolish Or am I just being hopefully yours You know you've been seen Not quite on the main street And I was the queen Till then I had nothing And I can't go on like This is not a way of Telling you be mine Be mine Like I was walking on your blue carpet Or am I just being foolish Or am I just being hopefully yours
