P A G E S B U R N I N G // must be something sillhouetted there, must be a change in sound or light.. must be a tempting lot, thoughts and rotten brought, delay. thoughtless fray you faught. cat scratch cords and wires, tire while i sleep, feeble minded sing along - standing song just might be sharp, stark and blunt... too real and true, for such a creature as you. and some other night might just be. the better of us, just might get the better of you. not here for the better or worse, not here for more, anymore. i'll send my kaleidoscope dreams to haunt you. your whiskers will burn away. i'll recognize the pattern, the song, the message from your sorry stare... and i'll run . the beat will fade away like whispers - the tide will come. and i will run .