Testi:
Brooke Miller

I could not stay sleeping, oh, my mind would not allow And suddenly all these thoughts on life crept into me somehow The sun has barely risen to lay aside

exception to be sitting here Trying to carve out some kind of a home Everyone around here lets their cats loose To control the mice It's the kind of neighborhood with a few broken

I had first realized the shape I was in After six years in uniform, in the standing din I signed in at eighteen for a college degree Recruiting out of

I always wonder where you came from And you always say Mars I noticed one day my life was missing something And then there you are In your shiny Martian

Yesterday the circus left town in a suitcase Rimmed with little key chain hearts And they tore those giant tents down Lions in the pouring rain And the

, And through the sharpened switchblades I see white eyes and florescent stares. As we look in the mirror we see the ghost that lives inside, And broken

When I go don't cry for me In my fathers arms I'll be The wounds this world left on my soul Will all be healed and I'll be whole Sun and moon will be

When I reach to hold you I'll still be alone When I hear the ringing of the telephone I'll think it is you It will not be true I know why the river

I'm making flowers out of paper while darkness takes the afternoon I know that they won't last forever but real ones fade away too soon I still cry