 Lonely Wheel Wednesday, July 27, 2005 Slow dance at the end of the night Everyone's looking, who cares if it's right Your head on my chest, I held you so tight I don't care what they have to say Our feet were too drunk to keep step in time But we held fast and we made it just fine Hell, you smiled a lot, Goddamn, you smile a lot. Wheel of Fortitude, Mark L (Diana Clone), Ilford Delta 400 Comment (7) | Permalink |
