Saturday, October 09, 2004

Acidify

You're not a ship
To carry me
When the weather's rough
And raging
You're not a dream
To fade away
The minute I come
To waking
Like the morning fog
But you are gone

Somebody says something
And inside turns out
And I'm on my feet
Running like a dead man
Is that the future
At the tunnel ending
Or only the bright prelude
To the end?

This is not a day
For tears
Nor a night for
Farewells
You are not the one
Who has broken my world
But you are not the one
To sew it back again.
You are my daylight
As I hold you in my arms
And gently let you go

Somebody says something
And inside turns out
And I'm on my feet
Running like a dead man
Is that the future
At the tunnel ending
Or only the bright prelude
To the end?

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