Hablando con mi Alter.

You ever heard the story, of mister faded glory
Say he who rides the pony must someday fall
I been talkin to my alter it says life is what you make it
And if you make it death well rest your soul away, away, away
It's a broken kinda feelin, should have to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moons-a-comin better say your prayers
I wanna tell her that i love her but does it really matter
I just can't stand to see you dragging down again, again, again
This is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's unkind and leaves me alone
I used to treat you like a lady, now you're a substitute teacher
This bottles not a pretty, not a pretty sight to see
I owe the man some money so i'm turning over honey
You see mister faded glory is once again doin time
Like a crown of thorns, its all who you know
So don't burn your bridges woman cause someday...

love will come...

Andrew Wood
6/01/1966 † 19/03/1990