Deep inside the rabbit's eye... there's a stone rolling over. Within this cave, our secrets hide. Like a silent soldier's hum.
As the sparkle meets the ice, I avoid, and yet, adore her. Dancing side by side through time, I have a fit, and come undone.
The threads that tie me to my head... They struggle, taught from the lesson: You'd best let go when I am lead. Or the tension won't be fun.
Free the heart, and keep the head. A vigil strong on your shoulders. Though I abuse, I still bleed red. You are the bandage, drenched in blood.
Edited by JacquesCousteau (05/09/08 03:53 PM)
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