my day begins with a sigh as i slowly feel
i'm alone, but you point your finger and laugh at
Through the coolest haze
Of this dreamlike maze
It has begun,
Broken angel you sway helpless thru the desert wind as
there's a blood stain on the floor by the door
underneath the moon in a place far away i know
just one more fix just a little bit of that
this engines revving
and the tires are burning
the smell of
Vapor trails chase down the setting sun
And the silence comes
i paint myself a window in this world of your
One brief recollection of all the people in my life
The wings that take this sparrow break with this weight
An electric concrete fantasy where the billboards keep on warning
i find myself here once again under clouds of indecision
These lines on my face give up the time.
This
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