Saturday, August 12th, 2006
Here’s another sunday morning call, you hear your head now banging on the door,
slip your shoes on and then out you crawl into a day that couldn’t give you more, but what for?
And in your head do you feel what you’re not supposed to feel?
And you take what you want but you won’t get it for free
And you need more time cause your thoughts and words won’t last forever more
But I am not sure if it’ll ever work out right
But it’s alright…it’s okay
When you’re lonely and you start to hear little voices banging in your head
You will only sniff away the tears
So you can dance until the morning light
At what price?