I will miss you, the world will be a bit bleaker now.
In the Lost and Found
he held his breath
to hold your hand
to walk the stairsteps in pairs
climbing up the slippery slope
I'm in love
love I hope
don't go home Angelina
stay with me
hanging around in the lost and found
kissed you quick
feeling weird
lonely lived and disappeared
this is such a simple place
passing time can't erase
don't go home angelina
paint tomorrow blue
day breaks
and every morning when he wakes
he thinks of you
I'm alone
that's okay
i dont mind
most of the time
I dont feel afraid to die
she was here passing by
don't go home angelina
stay with me
hanging around in the lost and found
--Elliott Smith, August 6, 1969- October 21, 2003
In memoriam.
he was only 34 years old. I used to think 30 years old was ancient. But it's just not enough time...
Posted by: neva | November 02, 2003 at 02:41 PM
sniff.
Posted by: steph | November 04, 2003 at 04:47 PM