Boron Rod
Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 8:54 pm
Decay begins within, and the rain keeps coming down
Rotting away from the inside, outside the rain's coming down
Since he's been round I'm on shifting sand, I'm undermined, on unsteady ground
And the rain keeps coming
And the sky outside is finally turning blue
With you I'm not sure
I'm not sure anymore
Someone is white anting me
Implanted in our lives
Rod said he was here to help
On the surface all OK, you say we are in good shape
Since he's been round, it's just not so,
Foundations crumbling and letting go
And the rain keeps coming
And though I know one day the weather will be fine
With us I'm not sure
I'm not sure anymore
Someone is white anting me
White anting
White anting
White anting
White anting me
Rotting away from the inside, outside the rain's coming down
Since he's been round I'm on shifting sand, I'm undermined, on unsteady ground
And the rain keeps coming
And the sky outside is finally turning blue
With you I'm not sure
I'm not sure anymore
Someone is white anting me
Implanted in our lives
Rod said he was here to help
On the surface all OK, you say we are in good shape
Since he's been round, it's just not so,
Foundations crumbling and letting go
And the rain keeps coming
And though I know one day the weather will be fine
With us I'm not sure
I'm not sure anymore
Someone is white anting me
White anting
White anting
White anting
White anting me