May 30, 2004 23:32
Dan Arnold
A Static Lullaby
...Of course I hear you!
You're the taste upon my lips when I wake.
Sometimes you're the only faith I have.
Searching...always searching for more.
I'm enslaved by you, but you make be feel as free as can be.
I want to touch you.
I'll catch your scent in the air and my feel don't
stop, they can't stop! We must keep dancing in your name!
Music
The only air I breathe.
ps. still friends only