some 3am scribblings:
The rotted hours of our lives/
Have passed. The minutes/
Become as seconds and/
I know you said/
I'd never get this far/
I feel old already/
Though the smile on my face/
Is as real as the day you left.
The rotted hours of our lives/
Have passed. The minutes/
Become as seconds and/
I know you said/
I'd never get this far/
I feel old already/
Though the smile on my face/
Is as real as the day you left.
[Edited to add]
The way things are going, I won't be needing any Region 2 stuff anyway
[Edited on Apr 19, 2004 7:11PM]