I was thinking of a cake
To lift off this burden
To lighten this weight
One sweet little cake, delicious
from the head of a pin
We are sleeping like angels
And living like devils again
And I am waiting for the heaviness in the air to break
And reveal some small, irrelevant truth
?cause we move like we are suspended in amber
And the light from your eyes spills from the moon
<font color="#cd6600" size="1">[ April 18, 2004 02:10 PM: Message edited by: Joranthalus ]</font>








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