I get up and I walk away. I swear I won?t get caught in this mold. I live in sacred days. What?s the point if I?m reconciling past postitions. I am so
In the past I'm burning in the flame of hope Trouble come and turn me into solid smoke In your bar I drink until I can't stand up Your drowning heart
(Rose Bonne and Alan Mills) I know an old lady who swallowed a fly I don't know why she swallowed the fly Perhaps she'll die I know an old lady who
You know and I know My Clone Sleeps Alone She's out on her own - forever She's programmed to work hard, she's never profane She won't go insane, not
This week, I prayed, one time My phone, it rang, I put You on the other line And now my thoughts they drift around My knees remain unacquainted with