Tuesday, November 07, 2006

WhiteShadows

Back to the wall
And the white shadows
Illuminate us all
Looking at the greener grass
And getting a face full of glare
I'm just glad to know that you're out there
Somewhere.

Planes of snow, and tracks leading into
The space between the sky and the sun
We wander on alone
With just five smooth stones
Against a giant
And he's standing strong and tall
I would too, if I could hide us all
Like a giant wrecking ball
Crashing home

So I'm looking for the greener grass
And getting a face full of glare
I'm just glad to know that you're out there
Somewhere.

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