19 junho 2009

the sun is often out

See, life has blessed you with a gift, boy
that you've gone and thrown away..
and with it your whole future.

Now I sit down here at low tide.
And this is where I live now, and I have overcome my demons.


And I remember the day you told me that the sun is often out.

I wish I had known you better.

The sun, the sun, the sun, the sun is often out.

Was your work of art so heavy that it would not let you live?

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