pieces of me

I don't talk to strangers. I do not have the talent of conversing easily with the people I've never met before.





:: sing for the moment ::




Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer's
out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I'm driving by your house
Though I know
you're not home
- The Ataris Posted by Picasa

This entry was posted on Sunday, July 23, 2006 at 11:02 AM.

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