And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall...
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head
Feed your head
Feed your head"
Friday, October 21, 2005
Your blood stains my face my hands Your soul a prisoner in my guilty heart I can't let you go I can't let you go