Friday, January 7, 2011

My kingdom for a kiss

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep that will never come

When telling a colleague that I was thinking that my next tattoo would be Buckley lyrics, specifically the title of this post, she told me that she had seen his Mystery White Boy Tour when he played at the Palais in Melbourne in 1995. I told her that if it were possible, I would kill her and make that memory my own. Turns out I can't. Yet.



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