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Old indian trails fading in the dust the beat of drums over the silence and you realize its your heart Its a hot summers day and the children in the streets are looking for shade Laughing and you wonder why It looks like rain And its nothing but a hot summers day with you pretending it meant something you can feel the lint in your pockets and the creeping sweat on your cheeks As you pass the houses the heat blurs that vision And you're left pondering the frailty of the reality of all of this Close your eyes and the world fades There's nothing but you and that sick feeling of dettachment Close your eyes to the children laughing To the heat of that day Close your eyes to the memories old lovers and old visions of perfection Shut it out all of it just for a second and see what you remember when the world comes tumbling down in the darkness hiding behind your eyelids pathos & power |