i'd rather let it go tonight
get lost, a little smothered in the fright -
to find my lips, damp from sweeping visions
of love that was never meant to be mine,
i figure i will find my god
on the way, written between the lines or on
a passing sign -- cause most of the time
I'm just driving blind
lost baby - lost little heart,
saintly gold and mother mary never let me know
the curse of bringing innocence from praying lips,
so, i just keep on walking onto heavens bones
- rohe
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