Sunday, December 5, 2010

The Posies-Love comes

Oh baby you're too pure
You're too pure for this wicked world
Your data's uncorrupted
But does something skip inside you?

That's what takes up time in this life
Add up the sum of the slight and
Sooner or later
Love comes inside you, gets behind you
Takes you under it's wing
Is it some kind of function?
A reconstruction of what you've always been?