Friday, July 04, 2003

(from Clay.HumanClay.ca)

Saved on the way down


It's a hit and run
when you're gunning for the door
there's nothing stopping you from death
and you're hoping that there's something more


Saved on the way down
The hand comes rushing in
Asking help from somewhere else
A light sweeps down and rushes you off


Trapped inside a space
gearing up for the next hit
looking for what your eyes can't see
you're hoping that you're gonna make it


Saved on the way down
The hand comes rushing in
Asking help from somewhere else
A light sweeps down and rushes you off


Staring at the wall
as you pace along the floor
breaking off connected pieces
cause you just can't take it anymore


Saved on the way down
The hand comes rushing in
Asking help from somewhere else
A light sweeps down and rushes you off


It's a faulty game
when you're playing with the worst
a hand breaks in to wreck the streak
you can't find out how to quenche that thirst


Saved on the way down
The hand comes rushing in
Asking help from somewhere else
A light sweeps down and rushes you off

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