Cold and lonely sights like these
Scare and push me toward the ******
Of nights I knew so well when I was young
Of closing bars and empty lots
Nightly walks and ***** thoughts
Things I'd thought my frozen hands had wrung
But now they're back and tempting me
In silent forms that I can't flee
Like an image some old musician once had sung
Apr 2, 2011
Apr 2, 2011 at 5:41 PM UTC
Cold and lonely sights like these
Scare and push me toward the ******
Of nights I knew so well when I was young
Of closing bars and empty lots
Nightly walks and ***** thoughts
Things I'd thought my frozen hands had wrung
But now they're back and tempting me
In silent forms that I can't flee
Like an image some old musician once had sung
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