Saturday, July 30, 2011

I open my hands up to see what I've got
My days slip like coins into a slot they are gone
And the shadows lie long

I've been banking on a broken machine, left unattended like most of my dreams
Rusty components of an unmarked song
We've been staring down the brilliant dream, the sun burns our eyes
We've been fighting for the love of our lives

All around us things come apart, broken pieces and broken hearts
Fix me, oil me, match me with the next best thing

Who can blueprint a plan to make love stay sturdy and weatherproof, ushering in a new revolution
At the drawing board the hopeful ones still try

How can we help it when we're fighting for the love of our lives
~Indigo Girls~

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