Hey God, your house is on fire.Girl laughing in the wreckageLights another matchGoes up like a rocketThe smell of burningSkin melting, human Barbie.She grabs the
Month: July 2010
The ticking of the clockBackwardsTo the start of a new ageThat will never come. I will be gone for a thousand yearsBut to you it
She’s a rose in the shadows of weedsA china doll in an empty playhouseA Tinkerbell without a PanA flaming bulb calling me to the light.
We didn’t put a cigarette paper between one kiss ending and the next beginning.All there was was us, but we were a singular term worth
I’m the boy the girls trustHanging out in the dressing room with the girl of my dreamsWhile she tells me about another guy she loves.It’s
Laid my head on the bed in the ChelseaAt 5am strolled the streets for a sodaWent back and sat on the sillMesmerised by the neon
Where do you want this to end?Two lost souls alone?Or turn, turn, turn it aroundAnd be together, maybe forever? Don’t give me a sarcastic answerWhen
Too early to break my heartBut you obviously forgot to check the clockA voice, once so pureNow crackles like a de-tuned TV set.The shadow of
I started to climb from the grave in the morningThe guests were all gone and the hounds were all yawning.I brushed off the dirt and