Saturday, December 15, 2012

Damn Words Get In The Way


Up on melancholy hill there's a plastic tree. Are you here with me? Just looking out on the day of another dream. Well, you can't get what you want, but you can get me. So let's set up and see, love. Because you are my medicine when you are close to me. So call in the submarines, around the world we'll go. Does anybody know her? If we're looking out on the day of another dream. If you can't get what you want, then you come with me. Up on melancholy hill sits an image of me, just looking out for the day when you're close to me.

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