from the album Life Sequence (2003)

via Christophe Guyon album: Destrier (2015)

  Some days are all Mondays. Sort of time on ice. It seems like jet planes on snowed in runways

  Shooting from the hip About our faith and love I see it in your faces thin as shadow See

  I’ve been here all the time As far as I know doing right I’ve always waited for the moment

  Selling out Is not my thing Walk away I won-t be broken again I-m not I-m not what you

  I can dream up schemes when I’m sitting in my seat I don’t see any flaws till I get