Thursday, January 12, 2006

The More I Listen the More I Love

Oh, what good is it to live
With nothing left to give
Forget, but not forgive
Not loving all you see

All the streets you're walking on
A thousand houses long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Does your closet have room for my past?
Will you let your skeletons dance with mine
While I taste your breath after a glass of wine.

Do you think my monsters can stay under your bed for a night?

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