"I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along"


Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova

.....

19th December.

Warsaw.
Job.
School.
Alcohol.
Rent.
Promotion.
Pay day.
Music.
Photo-Slackery.
Memories.
Christmas.
Cigarettes.
Bi-Polar awareness.
Destruction.
X-Box
Beard.
Hope.
Loosing hope.
Trams.

/quit