Blue skies left to adore in the past
With the world traveling by oh so fast.
No rest for the weak and weary
Since is seems life never speaks clearly.
Decode all the answers to get it
But don’t be surprised when it turns to shit.
If it were easy it wouldn’t be life
So you better chose to set down that knife.
No languid figures in the moonlight.
No tangent red blinding my sight
No more screaming at the payphone
Just these blue skies to keep me alone.

09/11/2003

Posted on 09/11/2003
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