see you thinking
i got the key to the gate
the gate of society
the gate of mine
not of nanna
who will turn in their sleep first
who will shed the first tear
do i think these things?
should i think these things
driving into the dawn
with a picture of my girl
if i dont slow down soon
im gonna have to hurl
back seat driver
front seat friend
listen to neither
end up off the bend
without a tailor to mend
fresh rose cut and left
where lovers walked
picked up and brought to me
gracious and happy
to have some sweet red
in my life
throw money into the pond
should throw your life
one and the same
liquid torrents rushing
bring new creatures
flat and round
same thing remains
we have our time
we have none
bringing songs on guitar
to show some light
what remains
is the light
off your candle
lit for me
burnt by you
i tried once
i lied never
scared and trying to find
where my sayings lie
Friday, February 19, 2010
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