Wednesday, 26 January 2011

Only in dreams

You were burning like a sunrise fading in an old mans eyes.
Heads turning but too slowly to be in surprise.
Each time the big hand hit a number it fell to the floor,
when it comes to nothing o' clock I guess thats the end.
You're running your self backwards into a late conception.
One day you can be president of the world,
and pick the chewing gum off all of the worlds tables.
One day you can buy the most powerful gun in the world,
so powerful it can shoot the life into cadavers.
One day you can have a heart and courage and a brain.
One day you can be home with a dog and a wife
and a closet full of mink coats and skeletons.

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