Good lovers will always rise
With the sun in their eyes
Slowly adjust to the light
And noise in the street
It’s what makes us alive
Stumble into hallways blind
The wreckage of sleep in our eyes
Wipe off the dust and the lies
There are some infections that keep us alive
All songs are cliches
I’m aware of the price
Of borrowing words
And white noise on repeat
It’s what makes us alive
Dear Everest, the spoils are ours
No thanks to you
Good one — you almost fooled us
And froze all our bleeding hearts in the snow
Copyright (C) 2006 Jon Ericson

January 1st, 2009 → 10:57 am @ Jon
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