this is not a love song.

when I'm thinking about you

over the rooftops a plane in the sky
beat of a bass drum cars passing me by
under a bridge dark then back into light
a river of raincoats and a forest of faces
still for a moment then red into green
slow shuffling shoes whisper sight unseen
row upon row of houses return an empty stare
let the daydream for a little while longer

hope I’ll never wake
when I’m thinking about you
(yeah) hope I’ll never wake
cos now I’m thinking about you

two-minute hailstorm then melts into rain
(oh) sing me a rainbow it’s sunny again
swallows overhead while the traffic snarls below
could I (could I) keep dreaming for a little while longer

hope I’ll never wake
when I’m thinking about you
so that you know - I never want to wake
cos now I’m thinking about you

when you’re searching your soul
when you’re searching for pleasure
how often, pain is all you find
but when you’re coasting along and nobody’s trying too hard
you can turn around and like where you are

(Yeah and) I hope I never wake
when I’m thinking about you
and I close my eyes (dear)
now I’ll never never wake
why should I stop thinking about you

:The Sundays:

PS I miss you, Alina.

oh yeah I did stuff too

went to Ry-dog's for CS time. Necessary. Healthy. Andy is funny.

It was 9pm and I should've been going home (lose an hour tonight!) and I realized I could sit there and play all night long without stopping. And I would LOVE it. I could sit there and think about nothing at all, and somehow it was more real than the things that have a lasting affect on me. I worry I may be depending on this feeling of nothing. But I'm not sure I know quite what to do about it. Maybe I need [a|some] wom[a|e]n. Maybe I should sleep. Guess which is easier to get.