The light of the truth can be harsh to those who’ve been in the dark.
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'll have to walk a thousand miles just to find the ground deserving of your feet
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map