Stars and boulevards

Oct 18, 2005 03:07

Wait Dear, a white horse is walking down my street here,
your words are creeping at my feet,
I fear, sunrise will come to soon and you'll disappear
into a haze of this city and go south...

Look out, they're coming after us with Big Guns,
they're only going to tell you all the bad things I've done,
even if the words they say arent true they've won,
and Im left here dying in the sun

Late nights, wont do me justice,
cause when I drink I get so damn depressed,
and its not like, Im not trying to get over you,
it's just hard to watch the seasons, pass me over too...

One last phone call from you, it wouldnt hurt much,
just like to hear your voice and pretend to touc,
any inch of you that hasnt read it all said it all I've sung my life away...
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