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SCH: Days In Days Out young young young she's so faithful to the dark so young still believes in chance so so close to my vision of choice between chaos and concordance but she's so far away far away from my girth she's so far away far away walking the streets in her maiden weeds planting idle seeds counting days on her beads days in days out she's been waiting for me to come to her place dung dung dung i can smell it all around dung i see it all around it was so close to the image of the end of the end of history and my band then (say) one day i found the way my way then i lost it again yes i found the way anyway walking the streets in the widower's weeds planting idle seeds counting days on my beads days in days out i'll be waiting for her to come down to my poems (oh yes) she's found the way my way walking the streets in her maiden weeds planting idle seeds counting days on my beads (ha) days in days out she'll be waiting for me to come to her place (fuck) © May 2003 by Sasha & Teno |