working man's daughter would not understand blues.
20.7.09
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You see me walk You see me fall You touch the tears upon my face I taste your words I smell you fear I feel your bitter sweet embrace Nothing mentioned nothing gained You're here and then you're gone Your complications keep me sane We're cold and intimate
I watch the news I hear your words I smell the lies beneath your smile You hesitate you deviate from pictures filled with silence Nothing mentioned nothing gained We're here and then we're gone A simple world appears insane We're cold and intimate
We search within We search without We touch the corners of our minds We play our lives Deceive our friends We taste the fruit of our own lies Pointless ventures Endless games We we're never here at all Nothing in this world can change While we're cold and intimate