Monday, May 18, 2015

At ten o'clock is when I rise from my grave And cast my eyes over the ideas that I couldn't save

We were winding up the road to the site 
With the windows down and the cigarettes alight 
Singing some rubbish about, "My soul's alright" 
I didn't know what I could do, it's just you and I 
And some other guy forever passing through