tisdag 4 mars 2008


If you hate the taste of wine,
Why do you drink it till you're blind?
And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares,
How come you say it like you're right?
Why are you scared to dream of god,
When it's salvation that you want?
You see stars that clear have been dead for years
But the idea just lives on,
In our wheels that roll around,
As we move over the ground.
And all day it seems we've been in between,
the past and future town.


Jag vill lämna allt nu.
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