10.01.2010 @ 12:20 AM
Wake up. Get out of town.

The world is turning. I hope it don't turn away. The world is turning. I hope it don't turn away. All my pictures are falling, from the wall where I placed them yesterday. The world is turning. I hope it don't turn away. I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them, day to day. Though my problems are meaningless, that don't make them go away. I need a crowd of people, but I can't face them day to day. I went to the radio interview, but i ended up alone at the microphone. I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone. Now I'm living out here on the beach but those seagulls are still out of reach. I went to the radio interview but i ended up alone at the microphone. Get out of town. Think I'll get out of town. Get out of town. Think I'll get out of town. I head for the sticks, with my bus and friends. I follow the road, though I don't know where it ends. Get out of town. Get out of town. Think I'll get out of town. Because the world is turning. I don't want to see it turn away.

... . .. . .... Archeon