Am I out in limbo, less a man than a mannequin? Am I out on a limb, burning daylight pining patiently? A claim's made that intent is a backhanded compliament But I'm taking each step like a fresh faced endeavor. "Hope springs eternal" These are pointless words when they are engraved on a headstone. But would I recognize a corpse if I was one? (Does it take one to know one?) We can't see our graves as we're in them.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.