Fear blew somewhere in the faraway now, this fear that had gripped my breathing when I lay in bed at night. Watching the storm window. I just could not put down my telescope anymore and kept imaging my teeth breaking. I was having violent dreams where me and the other kids would commit horrible acts and then run away in guilt. I needed to put down my telescope, so I walked down to the sea. My boots were full of fog. Lying on a rock, I stuck my head in the cold water. From under the waves that kissed my shoulders, I could hear it's faint bells drifting closer.
But would the summer make good for all of our sins?
Monday, May 01, 2006
12 / Will the summer make good for all of our sins?
Etiquette // lyrics