Sunday, December 14, 2008
in pitch dark i go walking in your landscape.
broken branches trip me as i speak.
just 'cause you feel it doesnt mean its there.
There's always a siren
Singing you to shipwreck
Steer away from these rocks
We'd be a walking disaster
just 'cause you feel it doesn't mean its there.
There there!
why so green and lonely?
heaven sent you to me
we are accidents waiting waiting to happen.
