Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Set yourself free
into the empty choir
(absence of sound)

Just come along with me
to all the places we have not been
when time bends around again
throught the spaces
we burned holes in

Yeah it hurts to see the light
squinting from your cave
we saw the dreams inside out baby

inside out
(and upside down)


You'll always ride with me

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