Sunday, 10 December 2006

Waking

I woke up with these lyrics in my head:

Yeah, and she's always dressed in white
She moves like an angel
And she burns my eyes


They're Damien Rice lyrics that are wrong. But I woke up with them, so they seemed to have that magical quality of having managed to sneak across the sleep/waking divide. So now I've blogged them.

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