your flag on the marble arch.
January 26, 2011 § Leave a comment
[it’s] not a victory march;
it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.
well maybe there’s a god above…
but, all i’ve ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who’d out drew ya.
and it’s not a cry that you hear at night…
it’s not somebody who’s seen in the light: