Wednesday, 26 September 2007


I’ve been losing the battles I’m playing,
It’s been too late and far too long.
Come to me and make me believe,
I can do no wrong.

When you run with the roses,
Don’t the thorns prick your side?
A scar for each day,
And you always got to hide.

With the voices of your pasts,
Behind the mascara in your eyes,
Between the echo of the distance,
Well, that’s just surprise.

Do you ponder among the unknown?
Sing your little song…
I’ve seen the future, brother,
And I know it won’t be long.

For ghosts to take over,
And rise from the stone.
Erase all our tomorrows,
Till there’s nothing left at all.

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