the thought runs dry, by Eric
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"THE THOUGHT RUNS DRY"
STANDING ALONE WITH MY ARMS IN BANDAGES
THE RAIN POUNDING DOWN ON MY BODY
I START TO WALK DOWN THE STREET
THINKING OF THE LIFE I LEFT BEHIND IN ORDER
TO FIND WHAT I THOUGHT WAS HAPPINESS
MY WALK LEADS ME DOWN STREETS
THAT I'VE WALKED BEFORE AND ALL
THE THOUGHTS CAME FLOODING BACK
YOU WERE STANDING THERE IN THE WINDOW
OF OUR OLD HOUSE
YOU HELD OUR BABY TO KEEP IT WARM
BUT ON DAYS LIKE THIS I REMEMBER
HER DEAD BODY ON TOP OF YOURS
CRIPPLED ON THE FLOOR AND
I COULD ONLY LOOK AWAY
BECAUSE THE HEAP OF DEATH
HAD HAUNTED MY DREAMS EVEN
BEFORE THE VISION BECAME REAL
AND I CAN'T STAND IT AND IT
LEADS TO THE FIRST NOTE
BUT NOW I'M PAST THE HOUSE
AND THE THOUGHTS HAVE RUN DRY
AS I RETURN BACK TO MY NEW
FAMILY AND THE THOUGHT OF THEM
MAKES ME MISS YOU |
Posted: 2006-10-28 03:58:17 UTC |
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