A velvet sky engulfed the night
A story of triumph and of plight
Foreign memories latched onto his mind
Writing words he could not find
But in the death of yours and mine
Define the boundary, Forget the line
An un plotted story unraveled
With twisting lines and a solemn narrator
Un appointed figures of speech induced disaster
Let's skip the first fifty pages and see what life holds
See that which the blind man would've never told
See that which none of us could know
Life comes, Life goes, Stories Never Grow old
And though they're plot may be altered from time to time
They do not collect dust, nor grow vines
Write me something I'll never forget
When all is lost and hope becomes regret
Write me something I'll never admit
I'll pretend you twisted my words, and that we never met
Write me something I'll never forget
When all is lost and hope becomes regret
Write me something I'll never admit
I'll pretend you twisted my words, and that we never met
Will you be there, Will you bear witness to my decline
Will yours be the hand that lets go of mine.....
(sound slowly fades, High pitched screams wail over a line of background static)
I THINK SO, I THOUGHT NOT, I THINK SO, I THOUGHT NOT
I THINK SO, I THOUGHT NOT, I THINK SO, I THOUGHT NOT
i think so.....