sunnudagur, ágúst 14, 2005

I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on.
I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me.
I wish I was a messenger, and all the news is good.
I wish I was the pedal break that you depended on.
I wish I was the radio song, the one that you turned up.

I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish,
I guess it never stops.