October
30 November 2010
My eyes seek reality My fingers seek my veins There's a dog at your back step He must come in from the rain I fall 'cause I've let go The net below has rot away So my eyes seek reality And my fingers
Look to the stars Let hope burn in your eyes And we'll love And we'll hate And we'll die All to no avail
Say, is that rain or are they tears? That has stained your concrete face for years
Never I ask of you But never I gave But you gave me your emptiness I'll now take to my grave
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