You fall but are up in five
There is magic in your resistance
A miracle in your persistance
You fall but you rise up again
A year without summer
A childhood without play...
There are holes in everything
in the walls we raised around us
small holes
that is where a little light slinks in
Perfection,
smooth surfaces, are not for me
Give me faults
Give me something just as torn as you and I
I read After the Flood
read Oryx and Crake
I read One Hundred Years of Solitude
I give you all the books I have
It is The Magical Thinking one needs to get by...
There are holes in everything
in the walls we raised around us
small holes
that is where a little light slinks in
Perfection,
smooth surfaces, are not for me
Give me faults
Give me something just as torn as you and I
There are holes in everything
There are holes in everything
There are holes in everything
There are holes in everything
There are holes in everything
There are holes in everything
There are holes in everything
That is where a little light comes in...