Thursday, August 25, 2005

There There


In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches trip me as I speak
Just cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there
Just cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there

There's always a siren singing you to shipwreck (don't reach
out, don't reach out
There's always a siren singing you to shipwreck (don't reach
out, don't reach out

Stay away from these rocks we'd be a walking disaster (don't
reach out, don't reach out
Stay away from these rocks we'd be a walking disaster (don't
reach out, don't reach out

Just cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there (there's someone on
your shoulder
Just cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there (there's someone on
your shoulder

Feel it
Why so green
And lonely
And lonely
Heaven sent you
To me
To me
We are accidents waiting
Waiting to happen
We are accidents waiting
Waiting to happen

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