| and i knew how doomed it was when You slammed the door without so much as a... well i could blame myself but the door never shut and i've see Your eyes scroll through magazines i knew You were here with me just cause You saw me last well the radio lulled along as you tricked into the cast yea its too bad, We never hung around miles, never tuned out the sound of a thousand nails, and thighs words lamented, sealed, with sighs and i'm still waiting it out in a machine with roads and time claiming me when i step out, when the smoke recedes tell me Love, what will i be? |