And when we're lying in our bed of dirt,
Our regrets won't matter at all.
Nothing left but the shells of ourselves,
That protected our souls while we roamed the Earth.
Our past mistakes will be erased,
And only pleasant memories remain.
And I shall always think of you,
Just like I did before I went into the light.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
More old stuff
Dim the lights,
Lock the door,
Spread your pictures upon the floor.
Wipe the dust off of our past.
When it all starts coming back,
It aint easy being strong.
And when I can't forget your gone,
I just surrender,
And have myself a night......to remeber
Every light in the house is on,
The back yards bright as the early dawn,
Front yard looks like run way lights,
Almost like noon in the dead of night,
Every light in the house is on,
Just in case you ever do get tired of being gone.
Every light in the house is on.
Lock the door,
Spread your pictures upon the floor.
Wipe the dust off of our past.
When it all starts coming back,
It aint easy being strong.
And when I can't forget your gone,
I just surrender,
And have myself a night......to remeber
Every light in the house is on,
The back yards bright as the early dawn,
Front yard looks like run way lights,
Almost like noon in the dead of night,
Every light in the house is on,
Just in case you ever do get tired of being gone.
Every light in the house is on.
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