Here is a song from the wrong side of town
Where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound
And it pounds from within and is pinning me down
Here is a page from the emptiest stage
A cage or the heaviest cross ever made
A gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid
And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong here
The heat and the sickliest sweet smelling sheets
That cling to the backs of my knees and my feet
Well I'm drowning in time to a desperate beat
And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong
Feels like home
I should have known
From my first breath
God send the only true friend I call mine
Pretend that I'll make amends the next time
Befriend the glorious end of the line
And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong here
Depeche Mode - Home
"Either our lives become stories, or there's just no way to get through them ... this is why I left my life behind me and came to the desert - to tell stories and to make my own life a worthwhile tale in the process... So I came down here, to breathe dust and walk with the dogs - to look at a rock or a cactus and know that I am the first person to see that cactus and that rock. And to try and read the letter inside me." - adapted from Douglas Coupland's Generation X
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Giving up
What does it feel like...?
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