Friday, September 12, 2008

find it

we jump, we shout,
screaming names and lies and fame
is pulsing through the dark-filled air.
a simple game
to remind us how far we'll fall together
we're living forever
and dying every day,
lonely hearts and great big charts
to remind us how to say,

"it's not easy but it's right,"
it's the whistle in the wind at night,
and when we're hurting it's the birds in the trees
eyes on you, oh eyes on me.
come on, just live a little.

1 comment:

Ianthe Wilde said...

there are very few things like it.

let's go to clubs.