June 5, 2010

All this talk of getting old
Is getting me down, my love
Like a cat in a bag waiting to drown
This time I am coming down.
The verve

Now the runner looks back
and time has suddenly stopped
a monotone calls back to some obscure past
A home? that we have long known to be lost
and the people walk in other road
that I dont know
This is peace maybe
This is peace maybe

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