Tuesday, 17 March 2009

Untitled and Incomplete (song)

(Verse 1)
Stuck in the attic
You move through letters
You curse all the static
Caught in your head

It seems that you doubt it
The course of the weather
Sometimes it’s good to find
What you’re lookin’ for

Cuz…don’t we breathe the same, love?
Don’t we need the same…?

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