Wild Strawberries

Meet me in a doorway I'll be painting pictures of gates

You were so crazy I was so chaste

I don't know what happened to me I don't know

I don't want to think about it

I don't want to think about it

You rendered me conscious You cut my innocent face

I'm not really bitter Then again I'm not amused

I just want to kick you till you cry I loved I really loved you

Meet me in a doorway I'll be wearing Middleton's lace

It's as sterile as chess, nobody'd guess.

You were touching me between the love of god and sister mercy.."

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speaking of religious like experiences, I'm suddenly glad they moved me to my own office. my coworkers down the hall are listening to gospel music as they work. i think i prefer the stone silence, and clicking of my keyboard, thank you.