Thursday, August 03, 2006

Age of Depression

Wendy's sittin' next to me
she's trying hard to drink it away
and I feel the rumble of the subway beneath the stage
and her eyes are screaming
and her lips are pursed
and this ain't her first heartache
but it feels like, it feels like the worst
and she says can someone tell me how this can happen
and I guess that God only knows
my heart used to be the sweet shop of love
but now the sign on the door
it says sorry we're closed
and I hear myself tell her
some old words I know they won't help
and then I feel guilty
'cause I closed some sweet shops myself
We all talk about timing and lifestyles and such
but to a heart that's been shattered
those words don't mean that much
and all of our pining it just goes to show
don't you enter a shop with the sign on the door
saying sorry we're closed
and she's been through all the pain
that one can endure and her new man thinks she loves him
but he can't be sure and his heart pines for Wendy
she says that's how it goes, how am I supposed to know?
he can't read the sign saying sorry we're closed
yeah we're closed

a beautiful song this is by edwin mccain (sign on the door)..being myself, i know this is the perfect song to describe how i feel about my love life...

phew!, it's closed for business until further notice....

2 comments:

outkhai said...

same wit me bro.

Demented said...

two words bro, fuck it!!! go with the flow, bro. go with the flow.

time is never time at all

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