Flying pigs now reach the moon
eating sunshine out of a silver spoon
Single frog on a lily waits
only knows the childs image is bait
Now the ghosttrains rolling on a golden track
the passengers your friends now looking back
Monsters gone, but now their here
no exit in sight but you feel it near
Memory bubbles float past your head
as an old man wakes in a lonely bed
((Its about getting old, outliving your friends, Dreaming about them. The monster refers to waking up as the old man doesnt want to be alone anymore))
 Juland · Thu Apr 13, 2006 @ 02:25am · 0 Comments |
