Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2016 23:10:20 GMT
Scared of losin' all the time, he wrote it in a letter; he was a friend of mine. He heard you could see your future, inside a glass of water with ripples and the lines, and he asked, "Will I see heaven in mine?" That is just the way it was, nothing could be better and nothing ever was. Oh, they say you can see your future, inside a glass of water, the riddles and the rhymes, "Will I see heaven in mine?"
Oh, son, don't ask neither how full nor empty is your glass, cling to the mast, spend your whole life living in the past, going nowhere fast. So he wrote it on a wall, the hollowest of halos is no halo at all. Televisions selling plastic figurines of leaders, saying nothing at all, and you chime, stars in heaven align. Scared of losin' all the time, he wrote it in a letter; he was a friend of mine. He heard you could see your future, inside a glass of water with ripples and the lines, and he asked, "Will I see heaven in mine?" That is just the way it was, nothing could be better and nothing ever was. Oh, they say you can see your future, inside a glass of water, the riddles and the rhymes, "Will I see heaven in mine?"
Oh, son, don't ask neither how full nor empty is your glass, cling to the mast, spend your whole life living in the past, going nowhere fast. So he wrote it on a wall, the hollowest of halos is no halo at all. Televisions selling plastic figurines of leaders, saying nothing at all, and you chime, stars in heaven align.
Oh, son, don't ask neither how full nor empty is your glass, cling to the mast, spend your whole life living in the past, going nowhere fast. So he wrote it on a wall, the hollowest of halos is no halo at all. Televisions selling plastic figurines of leaders, saying nothing at all, and you chime, stars in heaven align. Scared of losin' all the time, he wrote it in a letter; he was a friend of mine. He heard you could see your future, inside a glass of water with ripples and the lines, and he asked, "Will I see heaven in mine?" That is just the way it was, nothing could be better and nothing ever was. Oh, they say you can see your future, inside a glass of water, the riddles and the rhymes, "Will I see heaven in mine?"
Oh, son, don't ask neither how full nor empty is your glass, cling to the mast, spend your whole life living in the past, going nowhere fast. So he wrote it on a wall, the hollowest of halos is no halo at all. Televisions selling plastic figurines of leaders, saying nothing at all, and you chime, stars in heaven align.
CODING & IMAGE BY FEAR
@abiecat
Scared of losin' all the time, he wrote it in a letter; he was a friend of mine. He heard you could see your future, inside a glass of water with ripples and the lines, and he asked, "Will I see heaven in mine?" That is just the way it was, nothing could be better and nothing ever was. Oh, they say you can see your future, inside a glass of water, the riddles and the rhymes, "Will I see heaven in mine?"
