Dogville

In the land of the faithful, looked for the faithful one and found you. One look at your hands,girl, told me you could never been true.



you know what i'm saying, yeah? there isn't time now, not for truth or metaphor, for faith or rhyme. just the blues for you, gentle one, the black for me. We met, each of us mirroring the other, but all that survived was the stark ground of this pain. We'll carry on living, I guess, without that sense of deepness in our lives, without the surety of those who walk in the sun, unaware of, and untouched by, the shadows.