October 2008
Field Below I wish I'd see a field below i wish I'd hear a rooster crow But there are none who live downtown And so the day starts out so slow Again the sun was never called And darkness spreads over
Samson You are my sweetest downfall I loved you first, I loved you first Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth I have to go, I have to go Your hair was long when we first met Samson went back to
SomedaysSomedays aren't yours at all They come and go as if they're someone elses days They come and leave you behind someone elses face And it's harsher than yours And colder than yours They come in