This day is getting older,
In fading light it’s beautiful.
This wind is blowing colder,
And too soon I’ll feel it’s pull.
Monthly Archive for October, 2007
I find sometimes it’s easy to be myself. Sometimes I find its better to be somebody else.
I say my hell is the closet, I’m stuck inside.
Cant see the light.
And my heaven is a nice house in the sky; got central heating and I’m alright.
Can’t see the light.
Keep it locked up inside don’t talk about it.
Talk about the weather.
Can’t see the light.
Open up my head and let me out.
Here we have been standing for a long long time.
Treading trodden trails for a long long time.