Tuesday, 16 June 1998



in the end
i ripped words from my soul
and threw them smouldering at your feet
you turned and ran in fear
looking down i saw what i had done
a shattered and useless heart
i have tried to fix it
i have tried to hide it from myself
it cut my hands

i wander very lost
all directions are the same

none lead back to you

i might as well seek one wave in the sea

one little wave