2/08/2009

Day One (Still Sleeping)

As soon to heart's content
Everything is falling into place
Days end quickly, short as I wish
All I want is to run home

Leave behind the black notes
Let's pack up and leave home
Drive away, with hours on end
This one time, I'm coming with something

Songs fly first, passion alongside
We're behind the times
To play these games is to cheat victory
And find out

Head to temporary homes
Sip the taste of infection
What may come of the coming storm
My dear, I'll in the end

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