drksideofthemoon
West of the moon. . .
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- Jan 27, 2005
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Rainy slickened streets,
My footsteps sounding dead,
Walking to where,
When you've nowhere to be.
Clinking glasses in a smoke filled room,
People talking, and people laughing,
It burns my throat as I swallow,
Can I be trying to forget.
Old songs, and sad songs,
Drift through the air,
As I stare at the glass,
Wishing I was where....
My footsteps sounding dead,
Walking to where,
When you've nowhere to be.
Clinking glasses in a smoke filled room,
People talking, and people laughing,
It burns my throat as I swallow,
Can I be trying to forget.
Old songs, and sad songs,
Drift through the air,
As I stare at the glass,
Wishing I was where....