| Posted On: | 2005-08-10 00:00:00 |
You never know if you care till it's gone far away
I saw blisters on a man's fingers, from a rock today
Lets hold it, then mold it,
till there's nothing left but clay.
So strong you pierce anothers hands,
I will kiss you and hug you
and make you comply with my demands
Eventually I coat you in sand
I wrap you in your blankie,
Leave you out on the sun baked land
and there I stand
Time to go, I dunno,
where the silver path ends
does it show? does time slow?
The way is something you can't know
