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| What Happens A knock at the door I'm asleep on the floor Knock again and I'll sleep no more The sun brought the day A reason to stay I say goodbye as my dreams drift away You fall on your face With all your grace Don't look now, but we've lost the race The roads are on fire I'm on the high wire Don't touch me again or I'll eat your desire I've got a soul in a can By a broken crayon Then I turned my back and ran Broken eggshells on the ground Broken with a shiney sound You look for things you've never found When you find them there they are Fallen from a falling star Fallen fast and fallen far It's not what you thought You've been mistaught From a grave it's been wrought Dark as night On heaven's flight Soars the good and the right They beg for love And look for a dove They want to be the sky above By Nate Cornelius (copywritten) |
| Commentary by Author This poem really has no meaning at all. Everything in it is completely ficticous. Before writing it, I was listening to one of Beck's earlier CDs, and I beleive this poem is much in the same style as many of his lyrics. |
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