We must talk on every telephone. Get eaten off the web. We must rip out all the epilogues. From the books that we have read. And to the face of every criminal.
We must talk on every telephone. Get eaten off the web. We must rip out all the epilogues. From the books that we have read. And to the face of every criminal.
The fragile keep secrets. Gathered in pockets. And they will sell them for nothing. A cheap watch or locket. That kind of gold washes off. And the sad act like lepers.
Well I'm changin all my strings. I'm gonna write another travelin' song. About all the billion highways. And the cities at the break of dawn. . Well, I guess the best that I can do now.
Well I'm changin all my strings. I'm gonna write another travelin' song. About all the billion highways. And the cities at the break of dawn. . Well, I guess the best that I can do now.
Lately I've been wishing I had one desire. Something that would make me never want another. Something that would make it so that nothing matters. All would be clear then.
Sitting around, no work today. Try pacing to keep awake. Laying around, no school today. Just drink until the clock. Has circled all the way. . It's late afternoon.
If could change your days. Arranging them in some sweet new sequence. Like any new arrangement is going to make a difference. Because it is the moment that you are living in.