In Direct relation 11/03
"I'm sixteen years too old to lie to myself
and then to call it honor.
At the end of the earth I wait,
I've been standing in some type of winter.
A century or two can hold you two in contempt
So years will add up faster than a computer.
So I coughed up into the lack of sound
It echoed through all this snow
and it traveled slower than a message.
At then at the first sign of temperature
So I can tell you now that
You've left and got on that plane.
When every town has a diner,
You begin to lose your reign.."
and then to call it honor.
At the end of the earth I wait,
I've been standing in some type of winter.
A century or two can hold you two in contempt
So years will add up faster than a computer.
So I coughed up into the lack of sound
It echoed through all this snow
and it traveled slower than a message.
At then at the first sign of temperature
So I can tell you now that
You've left and got on that plane.
When every town has a diner,
You begin to lose your reign.."