| 17. Feb 2009 12:25 sometimes I wish I could just run away
sometimes I wish I could
but then I guess I'd miss this place
yeah, I suppose I would
the golden fields
and aimless bees
the work that sucks
and breakdown trucks
the meat-and-mushroom casserole
the buses, parks and night-club poles
the icebergs, gepards and the swings
LCD TVs, diamond rings
the colours of the evening sun
the breathless feeling when I run
the crisis and the magazines
enormous prices for the gasoline
the stress and madness that they bring
yeah, I suppose I'd miss these things ir doma    |
