Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Nought & Frought With Meaning..

Her cigarettes in my pocket..

My hand on her waist..

my angel in devil's disguise..

the skies seem darker today..

as we walk by empty streets..

exchanging songs full of meaning..

longing for home yet we shy away..

from what the world holds for us..



why is a question i cant answer

its not what i'm chasing after..

I'm only looking for better days..

than what you have to offer..



as we toast our glasses to the night..

of freedom & of our rights..

the world is ours, if only till sunrise..

you can see the emotion in our eyes..

we have more than enough..

we ridicule your mock courtesy..

i dont comply with false pretenses..

I have my own to live by..



why is a question i cant answer..

its not what i'm chasing after..

I'm only looking for better ways..

than what you have to offer..



backs to backs, we build bridges..

that you are blind to..

you will never learn what we know..

you will never find meaning in what we say..