It is only in our differences can we truly recognize the beauty of the world. This life is much too short, and without diversity we would drown in boredom. Imagine each day to look through the same glasses, the same song over and over again.
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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