the_bmoc
04/21/04, 05:30 PM
Aim High
Shoot Low
Our Object is to bring this monster down with one swift blow
Think fast
Move slow
I feel like im on the attack, while being stabbed in the back by the eyes of an angel.
I should know the routine by now
"Man you stations, this ship is going down"
Ushered in by a breeze of cool air
Wind up thinking is there anybody out there?
Another moment
Another staredown
I move in closer
You let your hair down
I bite the bullet
You put your gun down
Your numbers' out of service
(At least thats what they say)
But I know that you've forgot about me
(And youd like to keep it that way)
In the morning I'll be leaving for home
and in 24 hours ill be talking to you over the phone
Ive got nothing to lose but myself
And im growing sick and tired of comparing you to everyone elese
Im not one who will easily give
ill always keep on trying cause Im dying for a reason to live...
Pick up from where we lasted started
Open minded and open hearted
Bracing myself for the fall we'll take
(but for my sake)
Another Summer
Another Visit
Another So long and seven digits
That ill punch in to my phone the minute i walk through my door
Ive lived without you long enough
Can you humor me, next time I take the trip up there
This summer is so much hotter
And so are you, ,but every year I travel back with hopes
that ill find home...
I guess it was a longshot
Shoot Low
Our Object is to bring this monster down with one swift blow
Think fast
Move slow
I feel like im on the attack, while being stabbed in the back by the eyes of an angel.
I should know the routine by now
"Man you stations, this ship is going down"
Ushered in by a breeze of cool air
Wind up thinking is there anybody out there?
Another moment
Another staredown
I move in closer
You let your hair down
I bite the bullet
You put your gun down
Your numbers' out of service
(At least thats what they say)
But I know that you've forgot about me
(And youd like to keep it that way)
In the morning I'll be leaving for home
and in 24 hours ill be talking to you over the phone
Ive got nothing to lose but myself
And im growing sick and tired of comparing you to everyone elese
Im not one who will easily give
ill always keep on trying cause Im dying for a reason to live...
Pick up from where we lasted started
Open minded and open hearted
Bracing myself for the fall we'll take
(but for my sake)
Another Summer
Another Visit
Another So long and seven digits
That ill punch in to my phone the minute i walk through my door
Ive lived without you long enough
Can you humor me, next time I take the trip up there
This summer is so much hotter
And so are you, ,but every year I travel back with hopes
that ill find home...
I guess it was a longshot