Ponedeljek, 30. julij 2007
Dež. In prav čudi me, da lahko stvari tako naključno sovpadejo. Zdaj je čas, da se ozremo lučki na koncu tunela nasproti in začnemo hoditi oz. še bolje, drseti tja, kamor nas tok vode zanese.
When I came to visit you, that’s when I knew that I could never have you, I knew that before you did. Still I’m the one who’s stupid. And there’s this burning, like there’s always been…
The cigarette ash flies in your eyes, and you don’t mind, you smile and say the world doesn’t fit with you. I don’t believe you, you’re so serene.
And there are things I’d like to do that you don’t believe in, I would like to build something, but you never see it happen…
The surface is everything, but I could never do that, someone would see through that.
And this is the last time we’ll be friends again and I’ll get over you.
I go home to the coast, it starts to rain, I paddle out on the water alone, taste the salt, taste the pain. I’m not thinking of you again.
Summer dies and swells rise, the sun goes down in my eyes, see this rolling wave, darkly comming to take me…