lunes, enero 09, 2006

awake


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trying hard to be of some help
setting up for the next ride
some say i'm insane
i'm just feeling far from home
neverending quest to fall
tumbling down
singing when my luck is up
i'll see that there is no harm
that's my job
don't come looking for a shoulder
i have plenty for us both
and i'm closed

if the minute of your dawn
is near
i'm off

see this nasty silver ring?
it reminds me to be carefull
when i trust
noone seems to be a bad person
there is not a previous warning
there's one last
i can even smell my freedom
i can hear the sound of chains
breaking
can you listen to that thunder?
it's my soul that's setting free
my time
no clocks at bed, no alarms
just a lazy, sleepy man
awake