Next Year

'm in the sky tonight

There I can keep by your side

Watching the wide world riot and hiding out

I'll be coming home next year

Into the sun we climb

Climbing our wings will burn white

Everyone strapped in tight

We'll ride it out

I'll be coming home next year

Come on get on get on

Take it till life runs out

No one can find us now

Living with our heads underground

Into the night we shine

Lighting the way we glide by

Catch me if I get too high

If I come down

I'll be coming home next year

I'm in the sky tonight

There I can keep by your side

Watching the whole world wind around

I totally forgot to blog in a while. Life has been interesting. Back in Cork. It's been a bit of a rollercoaster really. Lots of walking to and from places with earphones that need to be surgically removed from my ears. Lots of thinking. Its only been a few weeks but I already know this year is going to be tough. You can say "Oh but Siobhán you are only doing Arts" to me all you like but I still have alot of work to do! I don't see you driving yourself mad in the library getting your readings done!

Rant over.

Yeah but I wish I had all things lovely. Firm advocate of wishful thinking. If you want something enough and are good to the universe then you will be rewarded in someway.

I was wondering why people over-react all the time. It's so annoying

this blog has been an incoherant mish mash of shite

I apologise

but seriously listen to Next Year

mise le meas