Oh, what are we doing?
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late, too late
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us
Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When it's too late, too late
*****
Sometimes it ain't all that bad when one doesn't feel a thing.
It may be a sign that everything's okay. That I am okay.
Instead of rolling around, torn up in something that ain't real.
I am okay.
3 comments:
hey old fren..been awhile me no blogging n blog visiting..lol
Eeep! James Morrison!
i like james morrison's husky voice! wootz!
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