Friday, May 24, 2002
np: "the way i figure it..our next president has to be named...yelnick mcwahwah.."
nothing breaks me like you do
(into a thousand pieces)
and i'm a million immigrant workers
feeding coal into your flames
nothing tempts me like you do
(in a thousand directions)
and i'm a million red blood cells
taking breath into your heart
so what if desire is fleeting?
so what if life is too?
you're in the now forever.
there's nothing else to do.
nothing else to do.
everything i take inside
(i am a porous man, yeah)
leaves me worn and frayed away
leaves me grooved and rutted
let it pass on through of me
(i am a thoroughfare, yeah)
leaves an indention in me
leaves, a thousand drifting
so what if the light is easing?
so what if the day is too?
now is the time forever
there's nowhere else to be.
