Your hands touch my face
Your finger seems to look seek my mouth
Smoke escapes, your eyes don’t blink
Doubt can only be inside your head
Weightless you float just above
Beneath the sky, the stars hang on
The earth is shaking again
It seems to rattle off my demons
Scare the ghost hidden in my basement
The cigarette is burning through
No ash will fall
Not if she can help it
Just as she is about to take a breath from mine
She says not if you were the last man on earth
martes, 31 de julio de 2007
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