Friday, June 1, 2012

Scratch-guard

I wanna live long ago on frontier peaks before the land was razed
I wanna believe the tomes of the fallowed meek and the glory days
I wanna live like a child
I wanna live like the wild
I wanna wanna sing in the morning

Some people put their faith in religion
Some people put their hope on stars
Me, I know this faithless itching
Will never depart

I wanna live in the snow, where fallen leaves afford the only way
I wanna believe in ghosts of fallen trees and better days
I wanna live like the free
I wanna bathe in the sea of clarity of my history

Some people put their faith in each other
Some people find their dreams in a bar
Me, I know this faithless itching
Was there from the start

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