Treasure Island

Carsten Thomsen


Pulse


Felt my pulse
And God's absence
But didn't care
much about neither.
Drinking to forget, I did,
Pretending I didn't care.

That it didn't matter to me,
The way it does.

And God is away
And I know it
And God is away
and he wont come back
And God is away

And I see it in my reflecting image
As I leave my heart in the sink
And my guts in the toilet bowl

Submitted: Sunday, May 27, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, March 27, 2013

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  • Allemagne Roßmann (1/23/2010 1:58:00 AM)

    'And God is away
    And I know it
    And God is away
    and he wont come back
    And God is away'

    And God is away so that he can pave you a way
    breaking away into a way

    Loved your compliance policy with God this time.10++ (Report) Reply

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