segunda-feira, março 27, 2006

This is about...me!

Step out the front door like a ghost
Into the fog where no one notices
The contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you
The angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference
Between wrong and right.
These seconds when I'm shaking
Leave me shuddering for days
And I'm not ready for this sort of thing

Round here she's always on my mind