I’m slipping inbetween you and your big dreams.
It’s always you in my big dreams…
the present’s just a pleasant interruption to the past
I always catch the clock — it’s 11:11 and now you want to talk..
“i don’t think you notice when you see my face i guess you’re waiting to spin me around again wheels i guess are turning somewhere inside my head i know that this is deeper than you get. ..so much for talking, it’s all been said before; i’m hearing something, but i wish you’d just say more.”
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map