Wednesday, June 24, 2009
THEFLAMINGLIPS
Who knows?Maybe there isn't a vein of stars calling out my name
No glow from above our heads
Nothing there to see you down on your knees
Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven
Off in the future, maybe there ain't no heaven
It's just you and me, and maybe it's just as well
And if there ain't no heaven, maybe there ain't no hell
Who knows?
Maybe there isn't a vein of stars calling out my name
I am waiting for the marching saints.
// posted by w.h.y. @ 8:58 PM 
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