Sunday, December 11, 2005

Redux

Nothing has changed
Her voice, still returning
Sending chills, bumping across bruises

The way she stands, emblazoned across my memory
The way she kissed, still a fantasy
Her voice, still returning

Nothing has changed
I fade across shadow lakes
Recalling the way she kissed, still a fantasy

The parade outside is never forgiving
While penance in my world isn't necessary
Nothing has changed

Remember that returning isn't easy
Being apart was like a lesson
Now i see the way she stands, emblazoned across my memory
Redux

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