Monday, January 01, 2007
We took a back road, we're gonna look at the stars
We took a back road in my car
Down to the ocean, it's only water and sand
And in the ocean, we'll hold hands
But I don't really like you
Apologetically dressed in the best, but on a heartbeat glide
Without an answer, the thunder speaks from the sky
And on the cold, wet dirt I cry
And on the cold, wet dirt I cry
This cinematic vision is ensued
Like the holiest dream
There's someone calling, an angel whispers my name
But the message relayed is the same
"Wait till tomorrow you’ll be fine."
But it’s gone to the dogs in my mind
I Always hear them when the dead of night comes calling
Save me from this fright
But we can never wrong this right
The Aunganism;
6:08 PM
