Running across
lands of time
fast-paced world
hands of crime

Stealing
and stealing
and stealing
my wounds
(Making them their own,
taking them as their own)

Quiet thunder
rumbles
(I cry out)

A breaking point
of no return
(The tears keep flowing)

A flash of lightning
A crashing
A thrashing
A scream

The dead of night falls




Wishing you were here, baby
Fighting my battles
Just a matter of days, baby
and the world will revolve
at our fingertips

02/20/2006

Posted on 02/20/2006
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