Nodes Of Ranvier
Don't Blink (Or We May Miss It)
The very idea of beauty died so long ago
But sometimes I catch a glimpse At the call of your name or the touch of another's hand
I see this place as Adam once saw Eden
(and I see people as Adam once saw Eve)
But gone is the garden of perfection
(The dirt we've become is the dirt we came from)
From Letras Mania