washed over the sandstone quad where
we searched for meaning in stars together
With teenage intensity of the soul
you talked of novels and fllms
and I tried to take it all in
In culture, girls (and bohemian vices), you were far ahead
where you had wit, I had pathos and burlesque
but we shuddered together at the thought of death
Björk danced in the dark
and I cried, stepping into the light
if only friendship could be mended
Like the tyres on a bike.
Björk danced in the dark
and I cried, stepping into the light
if only friendship could be mended
Like the tyres on a bike.
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