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| (don's part=normal text, ian's part=text in ( ).) |
| staring at the ceiling, dreaming. dreaming of the time when you and i... all the things i'm feeling, seeming. seeming like i've felt it all before. |
| i'm so alone (i need somebody to hold). i would go home (but i'm not sure where to go). |
| resting by the ocean, emotion. emotions fill my mind as the tears fill my eyes. missing celebration, devotion. devotion to a cause that died before it began. |
| i'm so alone (i need somebody to hold). i would go home (but i'm not sure where to go). |
| staring at the ceiling, dreaming. dreaming of the time when you and i... always reminiscing, wishing. wishing i could stop this chewing ice. |
vocals: don, more vocals: iank.
| i heard it mentioned somewhere that chewing ice is a sign of sexual frustration. i can think of nothing more frustrating than being alone in a strange place, far from home. my first quarter at college made me chew a lot of ice i guess. i was surrounded by superficial faces in a place unlike any other i had ever been to. i looked forward to the winter break like it was the only thing worth living for. i was pretty lonely there for some time but surprisingly i could still survive and sometimes even smile. |
| --donnyb. |
