"What was the start of all this? When did the cogs of fate begin to turn? Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now, From deep within the flow of time... But, for a certainty, back then, We loved so many, yet hated so much, We hurt others and were hurt ourselves... Yet even then we ran like the wind, Whilst our laughter echoed, Under cerulean skies" chrono cross
four more days till i get home, till i come home. these two years will make me sink so far down. how are things going for you? how's it like on the other side. how are you within absence? how's the south coast across the border? sending signals along the east coast. how's the south coast? now i stand tall defenseless.four more days till i get home. longing for home.
Track Name: i won't be here when they get home from their holiday
holiday's here you won't be seeing me this time. i'll disappear no one will know. making my exit into this reverie. leaving trails from my cigarette smoke.weekends move way too fast for me. the pink ones make you fly, the white ones make you sink. but they both work the same somehow, leaving your mouth so dry. caught in between still stuck at nowhere. nothing has changed, i still love the taste of codeine, in my veins. holiday's over i slept through it the entire time. nobody noticed nobody cared. why won't they notice? why won't they care? memories failed me, like family and friends. no one will notice, no one will care....