Thursday, December 14, 2006

Break it Down

If this is the afterglow of a summer’s eve of a setting sun,
The glare in the west blinds the both of us.
If I knew the way out of here, I’d grab a rocket, ride a comet’s tail,
The fastest way back to you.
But all I see is the aftermath with shattered promises like broken glass,
That’s cut the both of us clean on through.

The night has burnt out tomorrow’s sun,
The things you said we both now have become,
So this is the time we break it, break it down.
This is the time we break it, break it down.

If this is the aftermath of a hurricane that’s swept on through
As exhaustion takes both me and you,
If only a boat would find us here before undertow tires weary bones,
Where we’ll sleep with octopus and glowing fish.
But these waters are uncharted, barren under unknown stars,
And I’ve never been so out of breath with you.

The night has burnt out tomorrow’s sun,
The things you said we both now have become,
So this is the time we break it, break it down.
This is the time we break it, break it down.

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