Union Maid:
439. 2006-04-09

Someday we'll cross the (page)
on (where/me) she left a (...)
Get no thought to how it was once
just take the range and calculate

(War) has its special interresset in me(n)
but it falls apart on the outside of (...)
to (..) is a (burning heart)
(...)

blurring the lines again
blurring the lines again

(...)