Layers (Interlude)
By Shane
There’s a pretty lady with an eye of mine But she won’t take my hand, she won’t tell me the time There’s a deadly favour that I have to ask Some things in this world are just to hard to grasp Is it safe to leave my shelter, or should I have A fear to go outside without an oxygen mask Pollution multiplying There’s a dark moon that’s rising Overhead the lights are blinding As they penetrate the safety net we confide in The ozone’s hole is overgrown there’s no life left in it Scientist are not ashamed though they know we did it Now there’s a dark moon on the horizon Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 11 2002 08:45 AM PST 10 • 0
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"There’s a pretty lady with an eye of mine..."