I meet you there, and greet you I?m falling further into you Your eyes are blinding to my heart I can?t seem to find my way Decorations and flowers Dressed
never know defeat I am your elegant, life-escape procedure Hear me out Hear me now Pushing 20 Approaching 60 at the on-ramp Feeling sheepish at the signals
with no reply The corporate eyes around, scoping out their targets Out to kill the weak with no regard All this time, no regret, no where to go The signal
I heard you cry in your singsong voice We didn?t have a choice but to sit and watch you die in the February air I?m leaving all my cares by the bedside
Be still, blue night sky My heart dies to be on your side of the glass Tonight, I can?t help imagining the sound of crashing to the ground FDR at 8am
