Monday, September 19, 2011

coffee and a cigarette


Young man
Look ahead, look ahead
Think again, think again
When you might be alone
Well, that's were it began
Build with your hands 
With the tools of man
Take heed, take heed
They planted the seed







We'll just play this one out until it explodes 
into a thousand tiny pieces 
What's your story universe 
You are melody and numbers
You are shapes, and you are rhythms 
They are signs that we can learn
to place over the heavens
to predict how long they'll burn

How long will I last 
Can I turn up the heat
What star am I circling
What's circling me
Now my ebb, and my flow
My lack of control
Turning on, turning off
Saying yes, but playing no

Things keep changing
Things keep changing 
Things keep changing

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