Saturday, July 4, 2009

We reach our hands up towards the sky
Proclaiming everything is fine.
I reach my hands up towards the sky,
I'm asking why
I'm asking why
because everything is wrong
and my emotions have all been flipped
We're talking about the joy in it.
All I can ask is what is this.
And this is absence.
And it's all I've ever known
It's all I've ever know.
I am alone 
I am alone