Lost Children

2. června 2009 v 19:02 | Faninka 01 |  Sundays on clarendon road - texty
We were better
we got worse
apathy is now the course
the feelings aren't in our hands
they float like dead leaves in the vacant plots of our heads
We're big cities
And all the playgrounds
There are lost children.
There's no feeling
words lost meaning
A breeze coming through, leaving question marks
in our strictly combed hair.
We're big cities
And all the playgrounds
There are lost children.
 

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