miercuri, 1 decembrie 2010

Up here everything makes sense





I don't even know what time it is
But I know it's not the time.

Instead, there's time to see,
time to look at the lost time, mostly time to howl
and I guess
there's still some time left from last night.
Yeah, there's definitely some.

So pull down your time
upon the night
And make it a lovely blanket
And cover yourself.
'cause it's gonna be cold.

And no. Even then,
it won't be the Time.

Some other time.

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