miércoles, 27 de agosto de 2008

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Threw you the obvious
and you flew with it on your back;
a name in your recollection
thrown down among a million same.

Difficult not to feel a little bit
disappointed and passed over
when I've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious,
and you don't
see
me.

But I threw you the obvious
just to see if there's more behind
the eyes of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.

Here I am, expecting just a little bit
too much from
the wounded;
but I see...
see through it all,
see through
and see you.

'Cause I threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind;
the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.

Well,
oh, well,
apparently, nothing;
apparently, nothing at all.

You don't...
you don't...
you don't
see me.

You don't...
you don't...
you don't
see me.

You don't...
you don't...
you don't
see me.

You don't...
you don't...
you don't
see me.

You don't see me.

You don't...
You don't...
You don't see me at all.