Sixty-nine کے بول

I redraw my wish line by line My thoughts retrace the history to the point where I failed Pictures of long summer nights burnt with a bright flame their flames now tearing me I'll shield my love with my fear reach inside me and I'll never be whole again and then strikes this drowse again a warm depth of fantasy I float with the streams of ecstasy A light of a star A way without pain I step through the door and walk again forgetting to fear the fall I'm forever stuck between this and something that happened in 1969