Sunday, October 25, 2009

thinking of the night

"I am gonna regret the day I was born
and then Mom rushes out to the driveway
my sister too
Everyone is screaming
I am dreaming of you

I hold on
for dear life
I hold on
and my arms get sore
and my palms start to sweat
and the tears roll down my face
till my cheeks are hot and red and soaking wet
In come the cops
They blow torch the doors
I start wailing
The lion roars
There's no good way to end this
anyone can see
there's this great big you
and little old me
and we hold on
for dear life
we hold on"
- The Mountain Goats

1 comment:

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