Silly report of a Golden Boy

Everyday his shadow walk faster than him, but only under the moonlight, and his thoughts usually yelling louder than his own voice...do you think he has any choice?
I don`t think so either... living in the Silver City the Golden boy only have to worry about one thing - Don`t loose the pace of his heartbeat and the rythem of his dreams - Ok two things, don`t forget to pay the rent...

It`s time to load up my mind
with all those hopes and dreams
that occasionally forgot or I just left behind

Sometimes I feel like I am
The devil`s waking memory
know he must be smiling while
He is writing my tragedy

But how can you be so sure?
This time I know, this time I know you`re wrong...


in "Drive to the coast"
A primeira cancao que escrevi aqui no Canada, uma semana antes de ir para o hospital with my mind and my soul completly screwd up. Thank God I`m over it now.