State of the Art

Apr 22, 2007 16:01

Bells around St. Petersburg
When I saw you
I hope I get what you deserve
And this is where I find
Smoke surrounds your perfect face
And I’m falling
Pushing a broom out into space
And this is where I find a way.

Rays of dust that wrap around
Your citizen
Kind enough to disavow
And this is where I stand.

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