steph's blog

one day you'll see her and you'll know what i mean
take her or leave her she will still be the same
she'll not try to buy you with her time
nothing's the same as you will see when she's gone
it's foreign on this side and i'll not leave my home again
there's no place to hide and I'm nothin' but scared

you dream of colours that have never been made
you imagine songs that have never been played
they will try to buy you and your mind
but only the curious have something to find
it's foreign on this side and the truth is a bitter friend
reasons few have i to go back again

your first dawn blinded you, left you cursing the day
entrance is crucial and it's not without pain
there's no path to follow once you're here
climb up the slide and then you slide down the stairs
it's foreign on this side but it feels like i'm home again
there's no place to hide, but i don't think I'm scared

- "this side", nickel creek

interesting quote from european history:
"men only truly die when there is no one left to evoke their memory among the living" -francois carlotti