Friday, February 17, 2006

After Midnight

Maybe it's only on the edge of time
that I go
and you flow
into me.

Maybe it's just a little of wasted moments
bottled up in rain and sun
I don't know where I'm going
Maybe I'm already there
But I get this notion in my head that it's nowhere--
that it's nowhere.

I miss the bliss
of imaginary places turned real
No real kiss
So I dream and life keeps turning
I'm stuck on a wheel
And centrepetal motion won't slow
won't slow, won't slow, no won't slow

The future's an afterthought
the song's a release
I'm going nowhere, all right
It's after midnight
And the past is the future
while the present's caught up in a dream

And I know know it's never how it seems
So I wander and I keep
Whatever there is out there
And I struggle my way to sleep

So I wander and I keep
whatever there is out there
and I struggle my way to sleep

So I wander and I keep
whatever there is out there
and I struggle my way to sleep
to sleep
to sleep
to sleep

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