These days I feel over all the time
Same line I tripped last life
Can't quite break away
From the infinite finite
Sometimes I always dream alone
In the dark
In the sky
In the shadows
In your eyes
I guess it's a rythm I never quite beat
Never got the hang of falling
In and out of love and sleep
I'm always in the way of myself
My mind a burden on my health
Feels like it did last night
Riding the infinite finite
Somewhere I'm not quite there
Falling forward
Falling back
Falling silence
Fall in cracks
I guess I never got the hang of talking
Wading through the waking
In and out of love and sleepwalking
Friday, June 01, 2007
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