Curt Smith
Where do I go
My sutured mind post-op'd and dryKeeps slowly does it timeImpaled by trust shot up with yourFour in the morning eyesWhere do I goWhere do I goWhere do I goWhere do I goShe's drifting round my barren groundBreaks slowly cold or crazedThese dust dead eyes are focused farBehind these summer daysWhere do I goWhere do I goWhere do I goWhere do I goAnd will I come of ag emake your dayBe precious and contrivedOr will I blow you all away
From Letras Mania