We are gathered in cathedrals on a Sunday. We are shrouded in our pride and lust's despair. We have heard that You said, "Go to where your hearts once were".
He keeps his secrets so he doesnt even tell himself. He keeps his ringer off and doesnt hear the telephone. How could he know a pretty girl could mess him up.
Goodbyes are never easy, goodbyes never tire. Making me feel guilty, being dragged through time. You were standing in my doorway as the seconds raced the snails.
I always listened to the same sad song. In the wintertime when I drive home. Then her and Id sit on her couch. Where we used to dream of falling in love.
Will she walk slowly. Or will she come at all. I cant believe that I was watching. Cant believe I made the call. . I cant get a handle on my thoughts now.