Thursday, December 07, 2006

gracelands

she comes back to tell me she's gone
as if i didn't know that
as if i didn't know my own bed
as if i'd never noticed
the way she brushed her hair from her forehead
and she said losing love
is like a window in your heart
everybody sees you're blown apart
everybody sees the wind blow

1 Comments:

Blogger Dave said...

i hear you brother... love those lyrics!!!

11:32 AM

 

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