

stumble into darknessi keep grasping at the future but it always escapes so i stumble into darkness where i wait for dawn to break but there is no sun a-rising in this troubled head of mine when i can dream of where i was born but not the place where i will diestumble into darkness
so realize it’s your deliverence not bad luck or fate’s indifference a broken home a point of view from the life we all persue
now history has got a grip on us held tightly in its claws it lives in public libraries and fees upon our flaws there is a man inside my television telling my i’m free because department stores are sel


antique shopsI’m older now than I was before It’s getting harder to ignore I’m wiser now but not like you You’re getting harder to confuse The scenery was growing bland Through fallen leaves you held my hand The value’s grown over time Just like furniture and wineantique shops
So damn you inspiration You are always badly timed Like a guest that shows up unannounced
And wanders through my mind It keeps me up and keeps me quiet On throughout the day Until I sing my life away
But if winter comes to pass The morning after that When we wake up we will find o


making noisewe're just making noise to pass the time if your ship is sinkingmaking noise
well so is mine so hand in hand and down we'll go this world and you were' beautiful
and it's all that's keeping us alive
it's imagery
you create Canvas buried under mounds of paint you traced a heart in the fog you breathed on the window pane for all the passengers to see on the train as it's about to leave wave goodbye to winter time and all its naked trees
nobody's asking you for much just keep yourself intact and keep us a


pianothe piano isn't playing like it used to ever since we came back from the bar the piano isn't playing like it used to so we might as well just pick up our guitarspiano
on friday we are staying out forever fill up that basement with music until it overflows on friday we are staying out forever or at least until they tell us to go home
it's a success we're at our best from here down on the floor but it never seems to leave them wanting more
guitars they just don't ring out like they used to ever since we left them in the rain guitars they just don't rin
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workin on one of the paintings tonight....
I'll see you on Sunday. Watching you back.
What's up dude?
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"Nobody sits like this rock sits. You rock, rock."
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