Sonntag, 6. September 2009

*what are we drinking when we're done?*


Scared of losin' all the time He wrote it in a letter He was a friend of mine He heard you could see your future Inside a glass of water With ripples and the rhymes He asked, "Will I see heaven in mine?" That is just the way it was And nothing could be better And nothing ever was They say you can see your future Inside a glass of water The riddles and the rhymes "Will I see heaven in mine?" Ohhhh Son Don't ask Neither how full nor empty Is your glass Cling To the mast Spend your whole life Living in the past Going nowhere fast So he wrote it on a wall The hollowest of halos Is no halo at all Televisions selling plastic figurines of leaders Saying nothing at all And you chime "Stars in heaven align" Ohhhhhhhh Son Don't ask Neither how full nor empty Is your glass Cling To the mast Spend your whole life Living in the past Going nowhere fast
What are we drinking when we're done?
Glasses of water


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