Friday, March 04, 2005

Painkillers to Kill the Pain.

All blue and high
Raining from a vanilla sky
The trees are falling down
A nonsence farm
To keep me safe from harm
And footsteps on the ground
They welcome and they
Drive me away

The dripping sunset
Beats down on my best
Suit, a walk from town
A glass in one hand
An understanding
Frown, directed all around

It's fun to ease the pain
A footspa and a warm towel
I'll turn you round again
To where the hills don't drag their feet

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