Tuesday, July 26, 2011


I almost never remember my dreams.
Last night I remembered two.
One about love, one about love lost.
I wish I only remembered one.

"dreams can chase you down
the winding worm sleeps in a bed of clay
and all that's lost is found to be made
of the broken little bits of yesterday

so i wait in the wind with my hands hung out
i weep and spin in the shadows of my doubts
shed my age as the lights burn out
finally it settles into my little heart
that dreams can chase you down"

The Low Anthem - Dreams Can Chase You Down

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