IRC-Galleria

Slip and stumble at my first offences
It's not treason
It's no lie
You talk in paragraphs
I write my sentence
It's not treason
It's no lie

Crush and crumble under your defences
It's not treason
It's no lie
You frame the photograph
I sit on fences
Change of season
Love can die

It seemed a place for us to dream

If we tear out the tumour
It's later, never sooner

You'd better keep it in check
Or you'll end up a wreck
And you'll never wake up
Wake up