Saturday, August 23, 2003

Dedicated to D.A.C.K.

Somehow, I don't think it will ever be the four of us again.
Don't ask me
What you know is true
Don’t have to tell you
I love your precious heart

I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never tear us apart

We could live
For a thousand years
But if I hurt you
I’d make wine from your tears

I told you
That we could fly
'Cause we all have wings
But some of us don’t know why

I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never ever tear us apart
I'm leaving on a jet plane in twenty-four hours, one minute, and twenty-one seconds.