Μiles become Smiles
Dead in a thoughtful matter of speak
Far away from any distortion
Poking my dreams with a black stick
Strolling away from you
My soul just can’t stand your potion
Kill me just kill me
Not good enough to kiss me
No one’s gonna miss me
Miles become smiles
Down with your eyes
Maybe I’m dead
Can’t you hear the music as it rides the wind?
Bind
Bound to your eternal greatness
There’s no easy way to hell
There’s no easy way to tell
If I’m in love
With you
What did I have?
What did I gain?
I lost it all
With a little bit of pain
1 comment:
"just for ONE moment,i heard somebody call
looked beyond the day in hand-there's nothing at all
now that i've realised how it's all gone wrong,
gotta fine some THERAPY,this treatment takes TOO long,
deep in the heart of where sympathy held sway,
gotta find my destiny before it gets Too LATE"
joy division
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