| | ashes and wineDon't know if our fate's already sealed
this day's spinning surface on a wheel.
I'm ill with the thought of your kiss
coffee laced intoxicating on your lips
Cut it out, I've got no claim on you now.
Not allowed to wear your freedom down.
I'll tear myself away, that is what you need.
There is nothing left to say
but
Is there a chance?
A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?
A reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may change your mind?
Or are we ashes and wine?
the day's still ashes and wine,
or are we ashes.
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| | Posted 1/19/2008 12:52 AM
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