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2006-03-20 08:19:17 ET Tog in the Machine ~ Me We no longer function as a unit; there's a tog in the machine. Can't someone reach into the gears and pull the fucker free? Indifference is the mask you wear Mine was never close I can not lie to save my soul I miss you more the most. It wasn't all that long ago we set each other free a stronger wind is blowing now I wish we could agree. Time has marched and wounds have healed I'm waiting by the road The dust is high, the air is thick I'm hoping to be told. Have some mercy, lie to me pretend that you don't care I won't believe you anyway The words your eyes won't share. I wait here with my suitcase until the golden hour. It's what the faithful do when lovers hold the power. A second less a second more the clock ticks on in time, The chime will tell what's in your heart; the jury weighs the crime. A faithful heart has waited here; a faithful heart you'll greet. I hold and hope and wait to see if you walk down the street. |
