Central Park West

Music by John Coltrane; Lyrics by Holly Holmes


Lay me down in your arms,

I feel you breathe silently, timelessly,

As moments fade into space, not quite awake.


What will be is yet to pass,

So why not make this time a time to last?

This is all, there’s no more to it all,

Our existence here, like waking life dreaming,

Just take my hand.


Come with me to a place we can flee time’s embrace.


© Holly Holmes 2008


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