November
22 December 2007
Damien Rice - dag
Tiredness fuels empty thoughts
I find myself disposed
Brightness fills empty space
In search of inspiration
Harder now with higher speed
Washing in on top of me
So I look to my eskimo friend
I
Older chests reveal themselves
Like a crack in a wall
Starting small, and grow in time
And we always seem to need the help
Of someone else
To mend that shelf
Too many books
Read me your favouri
there’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
there’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
it’s still a little hard to say what's going on
there’s still a little bit of yo
Nothing unusual nothing strange
Close to nothing at all
The same old scenario the same old rain
and there's no explosions here
Then something unusual something strange
comes from nothing at a
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