Monday, July 6, 2009

the song we don't have a name for yet (skies so clear)

skies so clear
see through truth
cloudss are near
naives of truth

clouds rain
and we hide from the heavens
tears drop
and we shy from their grace
clouds rain
and we hide from the heavens
tears drop and we shy from their grace

mouths grin we cringe in disgrace

why

would

we

...

why

would

we


something better than our plastic garments
and the things we used to sing
something better than our plastic garments
like the joy we used to bring
something better than our plastic garments
and the things we usually say
something better than our plastic garments
something closer to another day

something better than our plastic garments
something better than our plastic garments
something better than our plastic garments
something better than our plastic garments

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