Rest Train
By Chad
Ripped to the teats on caffeine and Nietzsche I ride the train to you again My head awash with doubts and worries My head awash with love and hope Saint David is a cold and brutal station A match box awaits my heavy burden I sit among the lost and loveless I sit among the blessed and loved Distance never kept us apart from our embrace Of sex and love of love and hope And distance didn't keep us together And distance will never rip us apart I sit among the lost and loveless My head awash with love and hopeOK, so I'm a one trick pony at the moment!! But at least I'm getting it out of my system :) Written September 24th, 2001 © on Sep 24 2001 09:50 AM PST 0 • 8
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"Ripped to the teats on caffeine and Nietzsche..."