you just might make me believe

what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.

mine is you.
when you lift your eyes
when you look straight ahead
when you try to speak my
heart moves with you.

tribute. to salespersons.
9:41:00 PM
Monday, November 27, 2006
bop to the top

This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up
Until you've drank from the silver cup
Ride that highway up in the sky



on another note,

i think door-to-door salespersons have one of the most difficult and worst jobs in the world ever. i know, cos i'm guilty of chasing away quite a bunch. poor things. if i had enough money i'ld buy something off them.

i would.

honesty is the best policy