By distant moon
Date: 27 December 2000
Lover, A Funeral
Something so original, it's unreal
When toying with emotions, that you can steal,
Feeling a train move
Along the tracks
Without the pain pills
Without the gas masks
And all the toys
And all the children
Run and hide...
Run and hide...
...My love has died...
Something so emotional, it's so pure
When blaming all the outsides for your poise
Feeling a blanket
Under a shade tree
Without the burden
Of intelligent speak
And all the elders
And all the Pagans
Run for the mountains...
Run for the mountains...
...Lost love was right...
...My love has died...
So much for peaceful, it's all untrue
In all the maggots, I had found you
Touching your fragrance
Without my senses
And all the places
That that couldn't take us
All of your minutes
All of your time
And all of the pleasures
In what was mine
And it's a burden
Just like before
I try just to speak
Till you get bored
Till you get bored
...Lost love tonight...
...Lost love was right...
...My love has died...
Positive motions, in a sea of anarchy
All of these oceans, rivers and seas
Without their patience, mountains collide
But the waters, cut and subside
Rivers come hither
Bother me now...
I'll keep treading
Swim till I drown...
Swim till I drown
Swim till I drown
I swim till I drown...
12/27/2000
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