mercredi, mai 16, 2007
"A change of speed, a change of style. A change of scene, with no regrets, a chance to watch, admire the distance, still occupied, though you forget. Different colours, different shades, over each mistakes were made. I took the blame. Directionless so plain to see, a loaded gun won't set you free. So you say. Well share a drink and step outside, an angry voice and one who cried, well give you everything and more, the strains too much, cant take much more. Oh, I've walked on water, run through fire, can't seem to feel it anymore. It was me, waiting for me, hoping for something more, me, seeing me this time, hoping for something else."
# posted by damoon @ 16.5.07 
