jordan was born. he played guitar and wrote stuff. he hasnt died yet.
She reflects like a newly born widow
waiting to be pried open, dissected, and analyzed,
cause that's all she's worth now, oh well,
...
tell me how the resting sun looks so serene,
skip the description, not another comforting scene,
because the star escapes, and i lie awake,
while I'm sleeping,
...
lets head down to the beach
we can watch the waves wash sand from our feet
stare at the lights on the horizon
are they ships that are leaving or just arivin'
...
When the waters came we were sitting,
On your dry front porch,
Watching the remaining embers of the greedy fire-swept city,
Die away;
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I look inside the warm window
wishing i could taste the fire's flame
i want a family to be a part of
but i cant enter with an icy heart
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