Mar 22, 2010 13:00
"Virtual Saints" by James
It's a twist on a new tale
I heard sometimes
I kept something up my sleeve
I've read stories on tapes
They may confuse the abstract but
I may confuse, the possibilities.
I paint pretty pictures with them all
You can't see them but
You know they're really there
Can't commit the crime
Unless you do the time
Really we're just, an abstract thought
We can be one as
We are together
We can all become
Virtual saints
We can be oblivious and
Capture our form
We can all become
Virtual saints
With a flick of the wrist
I pick up my fist
I then raise it to the sky
When you and I just met
I cannot forget
How you meant to me
How you meant to me
People used to say
Love knew no bounds but
Maybe love is
Just finding a way...