wild mouse

Dust off those dreams

It's time to go

Tomorrow is almost ten years ago

Wipe the fog from your guilty mirrors

You shouldn't look like that much shit

After all these years

Home from the hills

With feet of clay

If you don't want me

I'll be gone

When I say I love you , you better believe it

But if you don't feel the same way...

We're wasting time...

can't read your mind

all the good things

turned to eggshells and land mines

Hit it...

Or get hit with it.