Swollen besotted
cloudy eyes
it's no surprize
you've forgotten lies
and after all
it's what you're
drinking for
well their shallow voices
hurt my ears
awake my fears but
no more tears
I'll just go to the store
once more
with riddled past my past
is present
see they're all Kings
and I'm a peasent
and I can't be pleasent
anymore
it's what I'm drinking for
and she's not me
no she's so free
so heavenly
atleast it seems
so I go low and wander slow
no one to tow along
and the race is won
with the setting sun
I'm right where we belong
with silent screams
and faded dreams
til there's no more war
it's what we're drinking for
©2002 Lyn