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Walking on Glass © 2001
by Quinn Nelson
Dreamingness
In the middle of heartbreak
Just like the words
On the walls
But they are just lies
Going down the drains
While walking on glass.
Only on a Saturday afternoon
I can hear all the people
Thinking
Like gold dollars
Falling out of our
Precious heaven
Goodbye sweet
Sorrow.
What are the voices in my head
Saying right now?
Will I be cursed
All the way to heaven
Living in darkness
Remembering the past
Is it the right
Time to die?