There’s a plane and I am flying.
There’s a mountain waiting for me.
Oh these years have been so trying…
I don’t know if I can use them.
Am I strong enough
To be the one?
Will I live to have some children?
If I only knew the answer
And If all our days are numbered
Then why do I keep counting?
My sugar sweet is………………………so attainable.
This behavior……………………..so unexplainable.
The days just slip and slide
Like they always did.
The trouble is my head
Won’t let me forget.
I took one last good look around
(So many unusual sounds)
I gotta get my feet on the ground.
If I change my way of living?
And If I pave my streets with good times?
Will the mountain keep on giving?
And if all of our days are numbered,
Then why do I keep counting?
-The Killers
basically I could eat this whole album with a spoon, as had been mentioned before 🙂 And no, unexplainable is NOT a word, and I love it. Ima gonna start using it in conversation.
Alison Hinks Yoga 