It's counter-instinctual really.
The drums are beating
It's so exciting, everything's happening
We look too quickly and
Judge by appearance.

And something dies.

It's a quiet place, light is low,
The hearts are beating
It's so exciting, everything's happening
We reach too quickly and
Judge by appearance.

And something dies.

All around us there are quiet things
And quiet people waiting as
We go racing by. There are riches
And there are moments that never happen,
For no good reason.

Worlds are wasted.
People are plundered.
Hearts are broken.
History goes aside.
And something dies.

It's not just something,
It's something important
Something really really important
Something essential
Something in you.

Something dies in you.

10/09/2005

Posted on 11/16/2005
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