zaterdag 4 juni 2011

Thirst

Sit beside me when the drunkards rave
come and hide me when my hands both shake
do not chide me for the things I take
I’m just watching, I’m not catching
their disease, I’m just at ease

Hover near me when I’m drifting on
say you’ll hear me when I’m singing on
do not fear, see when all is said and done
I’m all wonder ‘bout them going under
in a street of pointless dreams

                  Acting out our will
                  For better or worse
                  If it blesses if it kills
                  We’ll just have to slake our thirst


1984

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