the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Far From Hope (Italy Red & White)

The cleansing smell has not been cleared out
For I am still here, it is still then.
There is no solution to the rosemary
And every pulse of sweet sound pollution.
Oh, there is no way that we can live the way we do
Like when we knew just what we did,
With hearts that were sieves and drained through the cost.
I had no more money and went on to the bank
So now I'm down by the river,
Fishing for wishes with stars on a string,
Waiting for the moon to wear out the sun's ring.

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