The cold gut feeling

it sinks in low , into your stomach. let it all in , and let it flow. trying hard not to cry , as we say our last goodbye. hope is one thing that we need , just tow brains and alot of speed. it mighy be better this way. I won't forget you not tomorrow or today. in my dreams is where you stay, far in a meadow we play all days. flowers here and there, flowers in mine and yours hair. thunder stops my thought, no love like this can be bought. now the cold gut feeling is my friend, I'll see it daily , on the weekend.