Archive for January, 1997

Kate, the Song

By someone else on January 15th, 1997

She plays Wipeout on the drums
The squirrels and the birds come
Gather round to sing the guitar
Oh I…Have you got nothing to say?
When all words fail she speaks
Her mix tape’s a masterpiece
Walks through the garden
So the roses can see
Oh I…Have you got nothing to say?
And you can see the daisies in her footsteps
Dandelions, butterflies
I wanna […]