Waltz (The)
I Am Indebted to Orson Scott Card
I Am Indebted To (or Have a Bone to Pick With) Orson Scott Card - Caught in the aftermathresigned like many.I was drowned in a whisky glass,your lips told me everything.I know who you are, I know what I amI know how this makes us look.But, we could have been, oh, lying in bedtouching each other or just fucking instead.But, we became ghosts, and danced with the dead, yeahwe devoured the others who pretend to be lovers.One hundred nineteen memoriesgot lost in the back of the earwe walked along the last of these rain soaked streetsand we disappeared.I know who you are, I know what I amI know how this makes us look.But we could have been, oh, lying in bedtouching each other or just fucking instead.But, we became ghosts, we danced with the dead, yeahwe devoured the others who pretend to be lovers.Cold, cold, cold and blue Cold, cold, cold and blueCold.
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