dear where were you diary,
i know where i was today- three years ago on, eight eight eight. it was a friday. i'm really funny about numbers. numbers seem to guide me in all that i do. i listen to numbers. when gravity speaks the noise comes from the ground and the numbers will bounce from side to side. chances are if you wait long enough you can catch the end of a frequency and ride with it to the end of time. when you start to hear the clicking sound- it is time to let go and let the tail soar high into the air. then stand back as far away as you can- right then- because a letter may fly through your hair. do not reach forward to decode the envelope it came in, for you can not understand its message. only those who've sacrificed their blood can eat in the preacher's parsonage. go my friend and remember this day, as it has been just but three years since we did that. on august the 8th in the year 2000 and eight is nothing that you haven't done before baby.
i know where i was today- three years ago on, eight eight eight. it was a friday. i'm really funny about numbers. numbers seem to guide me in all that i do. i listen to numbers. when gravity speaks the noise comes from the ground and the numbers will bounce from side to side. chances are if you wait long enough you can catch the end of a frequency and ride with it to the end of time. when you start to hear the clicking sound- it is time to let go and let the tail soar high into the air. then stand back as far away as you can- right then- because a letter may fly through your hair. do not reach forward to decode the envelope it came in, for you can not understand its message. only those who've sacrificed their blood can eat in the preacher's parsonage. go my friend and remember this day, as it has been just but three years since we did that. on august the 8th in the year 2000 and eight is nothing that you haven't done before baby.