Tuesday, February 15, 2005
- 3:59 pm
dreams are made of everything
and when everything i show you
is a piece of my death
release me from the relentless
unending chase of a dream
a dream of a memory of what was
and a hope for what never will be
in eyes haunted by the spectre of loss
denying entry;
remembrance;
reminiscence;
cold crush.
i hate you. and you. take my spirit and break it; crush me like glass and realise that we were wrong; this is the end.
death take us 'pon swift wings
most unfortunate of the lot
the last of the few that were
living quick living fast
infused with the taste
of hoping it could last
one vision in a multicoloured soliloquy,
the silent dream;
the endless mime,
i give you my spirit.
nightmare in monochromatics.
fin twin one
sung to the tune of 12:51 by the strokes
tell the world you dont know me,
im just sayin im sorry,
please we taken this too far,
you and me we knows what we are
dont be leavin,
us right here,
if ya gotta go,
please keep near
i told the world i's sorry,
they told me nots to go worry,
the two of us we're so fast,
never thought we just wouldnt last
the end is comin,
and i dont care,
the ends a place,
so take me there
today
i told the world dont miss me,
they tells me im bein insane,
cos up she came and straight kissed me,
and now we's back,
back together again
fin twin two
hit the stars
