Apr 13, 2008 18:30
if i could hold on to just one thought for long enough to know
why my mind is movin so fast and the conversation is slow
you burn up all the fog and let the sun through to the snow
let me see your face again before i have to go
i saw you in the movies and in those magazines at night
i saw you on the barstool when you held that glass so tight
i've seen you in my nightmares but i'll see you in my dreams
and i might live 1000 years before i know what that means
once there was a friend of mine who died 1000 deaths
his life was filled with parasites and countless idle threats
he trusted in a woman and on her he made his bed
once there was a friend of mine who died 1000 deaths