"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
"Inflatable"

Let it slide
overhead
when I believe in you
my soul can rest

But our love
it's really love
it never fades
but fade it does

When we shine
like the sun
you seem the only one
my only friend

So pretty in white
pretty when you're faithful
so pretty in white
pretty when you're faithful
when you're faithful

I resigned
from myself
took a break
was someone else

It's like I've come undone
and I've only just become
inflatable for you
I don't mind
most of the time
but you push me so
far inside


Bush

November 15, 2004 2:50 AM