Me.
An Old Favourite.
Monday, March 16, 2009
One more day down
Everybody has those days
Where one soft sweet song's
Just enough to clear my head
Fall on real life
Is anybody left there sane?
If we slide on over and accept fate
Then its bound to be a powerful thing
If it's just that you're weak
Can we talk about it
Its gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
One boy head strong
Thinks that living here's just plain
Hes pushed down so hard
You can hear him start to sink
And it's one last round of petty conversation
You hold on boy cuz
You won't go down like this?
Just roll on over
Lay down till it's more than you can take
If it's just that you're weak
Can we talk about it
Its gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
So one more day down
And everybody's changin'
One soft sweet sound
Is just enough to clear my head
If it's just that you're weak
Can we talk about it
Its gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
Yeah if you're weak
Can we talk about it
Its gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
We are black and white people
We are black and white people
We are black and white people
- Black and White People, Matchbox Twenty -
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 12:37 AM
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