Sunday, July 20, 2008

The bridge (I part)

It's very simple:

When a scar goes from the skin to the soul.

Some images, some flashes... that night was terrible. It's always terrible when your action is needed and you do nothing.
Play some music! Do something!
...at least.

MTV,MTV.MTV;AREYOUOK?!


The playlist was James: SAy SoMETHing


Youre as tight as a hunters trap
Hidden well, what are you concealing
Poker face, carved in stone
Amongst friends, but all alone
Why do you hide

Say something, say something, anything
Ive shown you everything
Give me a sign
Say something, say something, anything
Your silence is deafening
Pay me in kind

Take a drug to set you free
Strange fruit from a forbidden tree
Youve got to come down soon
More than a drug is what I need
Need a change of scenery
Need a new life

Say something, say something anything
Ive shown you everything
Give me a sign
Say something, say something, anything
Your silence is deafening
Pay me in kind

Say something

Im open wide, open wondering
Have you swallowed everything
Pay me in kind

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You write very well.