I was listening to some very old songs of mine tonight and came across this verse and chorus. I can remember the youthful fear and anger that led me to write these words and I can remember standing on stage and singing them. But they are so far removed from what I feel now that it seems as if they were written by another person. I guess they were. The person I used to be.
The suicides and lovers
flood the cafes and the bars
The nightmare is revealed
in the lights of twisted cars
The dark displays its anger
but the morning wears the scars
Is this my imagination
or the last
slow motion picture
Am I awake or dreaming
Is this the way the world will end
fast asleep but screaming
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