Misnomer: The X-Girl Picayune
The life (or is it the lack thereof?) stories of a twenty-6-year-old grad studentThursday, August 19, 2004
01:45
empty room, headphones, pumped up volume, closed eyes...
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
.
.
.
--Keane, Somewhere only we know
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
.
.
.
--Keane, Somewhere only we know
Previously on Misnomer
- Are you suffering from one of these?
- The Apl song
- Ndoro Ucok's graduation
- F-ster bulettin board
- Trivia
- Country music time
- Chimichanga
- Phonecall
- 6Flags
- parrillada mixta
Cliques and such
- (My) All-time favorite Misnomer posts
- Rumbai
- Digita-grafita
- Blogboration: You know you are
- Fellow Bloggers
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