Monday, July 03, 2006

toad the wet sprocket is the dog's bollocks

Nothing's so loudAs hearing when we lie
The truth is not kindAnd you've said neither am IBut the air outside so soft is saying everything
Everything
All I want is to feel this way
To be this close,
to feel the same
All I want is to feel this way
The evening speaks,
I feel it say...
Nothing's so cold
As closing the heart when all we need
Is to free the soul
But we wouldn't be that brave
I knowAnd the air outside so soft, confessing everything
Everything
And it won't matter now
Whatever happens to me
Though the air speaks of all we'll never be
It won't trouble me
And it feels so closeLet it take me inLet it hold me soI can feel it say...

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