"..My time moves slowly
Gliding across the veil of my nude skin
If i should cross the border you made for me
Maybe i would not be here..
But now what sense does it make
To try and embrace a more pristine past
Looking forward i will take the risk
But i'll finally find answers to my why's.."
White steaming mists Overwhelming the senses Filling every pore
Ginger concoctions trailing Fire down throats
Wet neon roads Wetter neon lights Sparkling cloth roofs
Old hands Older eyes And a kettle.
I was only a child then Feeling barely alive when I heard a song from the speaker of a passing car And prayed to a dying star The memory's fading I can almost remember singing la, la la, la la la la La la, la la, la la la la