Counting Crows: Mercury
2005.10.07. 14:01
She is trapped inside a month of gray, and they take a little every day. She is a victim of her own responses, shackled to a heart that wants to settle, and then runs away.
It's a sin to be fading endlessly. Yeah, but she's all right with me.
She is leaving on a walkaway. She is leaving me in disarray. In the absence of a place to be, she stands there looking back at me, hesitates, and then turns away.
She'll change so suddenly-- she's just like mercury. Yeah, but she's all right with me.
Keep some sorrow in your hearts and minds for the things that die before their time: for the restlessly abandoned homes, the tired and weary rambler's bones. And stay beside me where I lie.
She's entwined in me-- crazy as can be. Yeah, but she's all right with me. She's all right-- she's all right with me.
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