"music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent." victor hugo

Jan 26, 2005 14:28

The decks just build and break
Everybody takes
Here I stand waiting to be moved

Just a problem solved
Slowly it dissovles
The crowd that I'm passing through

It feels so good to feel
There's nothing here that's real

For once in your life
Are you part of this machine
Are you living in this dream
Are you at where I'm at

Everyone is fixed
And callings to the sky
From 2am to 6
A candy-coated high

In the dawn it was clear
You were lost in the night
In the calm that was here
As you're washed in the light

And glad it feels so good to feel
There is nothing here that's real
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