Saturday, September 25, 2004
@7:12 am
There is nothing for which I am responsible.
Just this baggage that I kep carrying on as if I had someone.
OK, maybe there is a man somewhere who's still thinking of me or a boy with coal black hair who's haunted in his dreams.
But what they've seen, well, it wasn't me.
It was just some lie that they slept beside.
I kept this from them but I can't keep this from you.
So will you look for me in that strange, bright place.
Where the statues bloom in the park.
They don't need no rain.
Because how I ever got to you I have no idea.
It's like some secret door, well it just appeared.
So, no matter what I do from now on with my time you will always stay here in my mind.
I am certain of this and I am not certain of anything.
So I want to get myself attached to something bolted down,
So that these winds of circumstance won't keep blowing me around.
To when I land to when I leave there is enough time to sleep and sing.
I keep running when all I want is to lay motionless.
