Wednesday, April 13, 2011

When I can't speak for myself

What could be an anchor here, 
with a storm on the rise, 
when you never meant to see so clear, 
when smoke gets in your eyes? 
And the man in the moon 
never makes his replies understood.

I've got my life in a suitcase, I'm ready to run, run, run away...
I've got no time, 'cause I'm always trying to run, run, run away.
'Cause everyday in here feels like it's only a game.

For a moment I was one man and the world made sense, 

for a moment in this storm made of consequence

By the time you've found your way,
you've gotta run right back to the start
Don't think you've lost
You've gotta run right back to the start

- Copeland

1 comment:

melanie said...

love your blog. happy i found it :) and copeland is the best!