Wednesday, August 1, 2007

u t o p i a

He was looked at
dreamed and drenched
with lusts of sincerity

He pretends he cant see me
I can see all angles
why does he not see me?
even when I'm near

Im running
to the sounds of utopia
can u see these horses
they flee me

youre so blind.
you had your chance
you never made it fair
you're so tense
you dont care

im here
deserted
but i can see the ocean
i can still see

.....

but all I see is you