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
Friday, March 04, 2005
Fatherhood
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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