WWJD ?

photos by : johnny's bird

Another time another place, Another line upon your face, Another in your way.

Down crooked stairs, and sideways glances
Comes the king of second chances
Now throw him in the flame
Your bridges are burning down
They're all coming down
It's all coming round
You're burning them down
It's all coming round
They're all coming down
Your bridges are burning down
Tell what's in it for me
Tell me now what's in it for me
No one's getting this for free
So tell me now what's in it for me

I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed.

Gardenhead

Like the feeling you get when you realize you're dead
This time we ride roller coasters into the ocean
We feel no emotion as we spiral down to the world
And I guess it's worth your time
Because there's some lives you live
And some you leave behind
It gets hard to explain
The gardenhead knows my name
Leave me alone, for you know this isn't the first time
In fact this is twice in a row
That the angels have slipped through our landslide
And filled up our garden with snow
And I don't wish to taste of your insides
Or to call out your name through my phone
For the glory boys at your bedside will love you
As long as you're something to own
I swear I have nothing to prove
I just want to dance in your tangles
To give me some reason to move
But to take on the world at all angles
Requires a strength I can't use
So I'll meet you up high in your anger
Of all that is hoping and waiting for you