Tuesday, January 10, 2012


You walk on to a new sound an old song that you just found
It still hurts, but it helps out with the change that you couldn’t
know about
Fire red to powder blue this stone inside of you
Is neither hot nor cold, but it is heavy and too damn old

She dreams feathers and her blazing guns
The myth it’s worth fighting for all along
He stares because he knows
There’s something that he’s lost or maybe just forgot
But either way it’s gone

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