It's a sin that somehow light is changing to shadow And casting its shroud over all we have known Unaware how the ranks have grown, driven on by a heart of stone We could find that we're all alone in the dream of the proud
Monday, August 3, 2009
"Waiting for the room to rise."
"Waiting for the womb to rise."
I didn't write down what the actual line was, but it most certainly wasn't either.