Tuesday, August 17, 2004
Slack....
TodAy We ArE QuiTe SlAcK, aFtEr BuRniNg FinIsH All Of thE Discs... ThEn We TuRn On ThE MuSiC VoL, LiStEniNg To ThE SonGs We UsEd To HeaRd BaCk In OuR SeC ScH...
WeN SmOoThLy ToDay... NoThiNg MuCh Had HappEn..
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
Somewhere only we know?
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
Somewhere only we know?
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