viernes, 21 de agosto de 2009

on a black hole ...


My eyes are so bleary
I guess I'm young but I feel so weary
I've tried to express it
But I think it's all a bore
It's at the heart of me,
A very part of me ...

Speak slowly, I can't hear you
My mind keeps spinning closer and closer to the rain on the roof,
and the rain in my head, and the things that you said
People take it further ahead.
And it just gets so foggy.
It's nowhere in here
And it's everywhere else that I don't wanna be.
But I'm stuck here getting misty over you
I'm alone on a bicycle for two.