Crash
WILLIAM ROBERT BYRNE
I met my love at a funeral
Tired of goodbyes & burials
Friends I have known
Some I just met
Standing around
It's hard to forget ? now isn't it?
The war started in Bethlehem
A quarrel between holy men
Rocket's red glare
Night without end
Burning my eyes
It's hard to forget ? now isn't it?
And if our cells are our destiny
I want to be free of biology
You are my friend
And I hurt you, too
It is not what
I intended to do
I saw my love by the restaurant
Diggin for home fries in a garbage can
Ice cream & cake
Sweetness & light
A bottle of wine
That would be nice ? wouldn't it?
