I'll string some words together to see what sound they make, because the unthinkable thought is thought here on that there is no mistake.
She was one for whom appearance mattered, that was the appearance she gave, and I fumbled around in my head for a face to connect to her name.
A frost has settled inside me as a picture of her face printed it self into my memory like the stickers on a old guitar case.
The more I change the more I seem to stay the same, and I'm falling into despair with heartache once again.
Beyond the truth beyond the lies without the fear and pain this illusion of a life will ring true now and then.
Sharing a drink of loneliness with the young looking through old eyes, time is killing us slowly, time's not on our side.
As the heart runs out of beats we see the gates that are pearly, beware you might die of old age a little bit too early.
So I've strung these words together to hear the sounds they made, are they about the God Janus; who's in every marketplace.
Where every mirror shows that you have a different face.................................
