Monday, September 13, 2004

right now, the sun is trying to kill the moon.

We've got too much time to kill
Like pigeons on my window sill, we hang around
Ever since I've been with you
You hold me up all the time I'm falling down

joseph arthur sings it so sweetly and gently. i imagine you and i hanging around on the same window sill watching the world go by. at that particular moment, time would have stopped for us.


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