segunda-feira, setembro 21, 2009

Concrete


Well I hear you're driving someone else's car now
she said: she came and took your stuff away
all the poetry and the trunk you kept your life in
I knew that it would come to that someday.
like a sad hallucination
when I opened up my eyes
the train had passed the station
and you were trapped inside
and I never wondered where you went,
I only wondered why, I wondered why...