'One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way..'

Saturday, February 13, 2010

in all the unholy bathrooms..

{paraphrased Right Away, Great Captain}

I am starving for you
and the music won't do
I'm still empty without you
I can feel the lord move
He is cleaning my dirty wounds
so I'll come back clean for you
and I can see your brown hair
when I close my eyelids
I'm in love with something
and you look just like it

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