The Wrestler
I wrestle the sun
while you possess my words before I run.
I sit within a sphere of shame and cry
while you buy time 'cos all you do is try, try, try.
I explain the meaning of a moment
while you see the end of a vintage torment.
I hold onto a tinted glass of joy
while you treat the universe like a toy.
body, body, body, body, body run
while you possess my words before I run.
I sit within a sphere of shame and cry
while you buy time 'cos all you do is try, try, try.
I explain the meaning of a moment
while you see the end of a vintage torment.
I hold onto a tinted glass of joy
while you treat the universe like a toy.
body, body, body, body, body run
posted by 100hands at Monday, December 26, 2005
7 Comments:
You can have your words in exchange for meaning.
movingwatchingworkingsleepingdrivingwalkingtalkingsmiling.
"I hold onto a tinted glass of joy
while you treat the universe like a toy"
I think I know what you mean.
joy toys: )
Nein, no, not!
'I explain the meaning of a moment
while you see the end of a vintage torment.'
These are my favourite lines. I somehow imagine Adore-era Bily Corgan singing them.
Billy is a good corgan. :)
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