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Angels on a subway
She's buried in a magazine
Stuck inside a replay
Of someone else's dream
Prophets made of paper
Don't tell her anything
She wants something just to save her
So she lifts her head and screams
She lifts her head and screams,
"I don't know you
But I love you anyway
I can't see you
But I hope you're here to stay
I don't know you
But I need you here with me
Cuz I'm falling down
I'm falling down"
Now angels on a runway
Looking for a big jet plane
To take her to a new day
She won't be back again
She won't be back again
And she says,
"I don't know you
But I love you anyway
I can't see you
But I hope you're here to stay
I don't know you
But I need you here with me
Cuz I'm falling down
I'm falling down"
You're on my side
You're just in time
I'm on my way
Don't know who you are
But I want you back again
This song reminds me of how I was thinking a while back. ...Amazing how recognized artists can express you better than you can yourself. Pteh.
I'm frustrated, and this week is supossed to be the best of the summer. I have a feeling it's not going to go the way I want it to. God has a way of...stepping in, shall I say.
*sigh* Today I had a strange phobia of people. Seriously.It's annoying. I don't want to become like what's-his-face in Into the Wild, some sort of protegee of Henry Thoreau
Oh fun.
--Rebecca