oh you think you've got it made
a waking dream laced between restless shores
and oh i think i've got it made
breakfast baked on queen street
and you next door

i do not see the same things that you see

an eclipse in my chicken soup
i'm still reaching for the bitter side of you
pour the wine, fragrant sin
i sympathize with where you've been

i do not see the same things that you see

07/04/2004

Author's Note: this is a song i wrote over the weekend...not even near done but i'm working on it...i don't love it yet...

Posted on 07/05/2004
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