156/365 Round Here

step out the front door like a ghost

into the fog where no one notices the

contrast of white on white.

and in between the moon and you the angels get a better view

of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.

I walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again

where? I don't know

maria says she's dying, through the door I hear her crying

why? I don't know

 

round here we always stand up straight

round here something radiates

 

^Round Here- Counting Crows

 

TotW- Emotional

Done