diumenge, de gener 14, 2007

my dad brought me a Façonnable (their suits are $1,400) t-shirt back from Paris. He has to go back in April, and said he would like to fly me out for a weekend. I would only get two days there, but hell, it would still be awesome. It also appears that Roy and I will definitely be going to Amsterdam this summer.
yay. I need to renew my passport.
I go back to Austin Tommorrow.


Ticking away the moments that make up the dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time has gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells.