a little faust now and then

so it's three am again and what have you done differently today? is it faster slower coolor hotter where you are thought you should be made your own choice to stay home. i miss those wiles and ways and cast in stone promises that made the sun rise. where are these things now? waiting at the edge of our fastest fears and losing us in the fog every few minutes. give me back my soul and i'll buy you into heaven.

2002-09-23 | 2:17 a.m.
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