Sunday, November 14, 2010

How do you make God laugh?
You make a plan.





Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines
In a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend
On a faulty camera in our minds


'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous paces bracing for bad news
Then the nurse comes around and everyone lifts their head
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said
That love is watching someone die


For various reasons, this song always makes me cry. Especially at that last verse.

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