Well there ain't no way that a bug only lives for days and processes observations like a person his own age. I know that there's a way. I know time slows down. I know that he dies old and gray. Now to a newborn baby an hour seems so long, but I just got my diploma and my twenties are almost gone. I know that there's a wall. I know there is escape. I know time's a filter after all. You can drink your whiskey; it's a cold cold night. Bring back the memory; leave out the insight. Win win frame of mind, this fatal game of mine. I don't wanna play it I just want to shine.
Now tell me how does a dog who's never had his day keep his tail a-waggin' like everything's ok? He knows that being young doesn't mean that you were just born. It means you live after you die. So sip your green tea; it's a clear clear night. Bring back the memory; leave out the insight. Win win frame of mind, this fatal game of mine. I don't wanna play it I just want to shine.
credits
from The Medders,
released September 1, 2009
Cheyenne vox, acoustic and electric guitar, bass, banjo, organ, synth
Will drums
Priscilla backing vox
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