the blind mans death were walls speak
chairs walk away with you
taste bitter....unrequainted love
love...lust...to sides of the bed
foggy eyes see clear in the fog
time speaks.....words dont hear
damn thats sharp....dont know what the wetness is
damn cant see....must be my back
words we got none....never really say more then hi
still love ya...hell if i know why
maybe its the other side of the bed.....
i dont know its the damn fog.....
