Sunday Matinee


Scented a rose, and as the shocked machines still scanning pavements screen, ground with siren eyes Sounding through blinding sight Piecing of pieces fit Shifting the overwhelming Fault lines now open
Now I can't forget (buried in pain and thought, just because i wasn't there)
Slide show incarcerated with grief and I know times have changed in our eyes That's for sure, so I quit This is bad news another album going nowhere, going nowhere
Now, without you, I can't
Eyes, slides are spinning Toss, the ground is gone, dizzy and overthrown Slide my feelings, my eyes away







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