Friday, February 11, 2011

Wasted Days . . .

It’s like the day has turned to rust

Like every dream’s been sealed shut

Like every door has closed before we’d gotten out

As bullets rip the air in two from house to house

 

WE ARE ALL THAT WE ARE, SO TERRIBLY SORRY

WE ARE ALL THAT WE ARE, SO TERRIBLY SORRY

 

-       The Moon Atomic, Angels and Airwaves

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The fire rises

wow.