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tanaiseThose are not exactly the words of the song, I don't think. I think it's probably more like,
"Well, I come around ever now and again
When the lights are low and flickering"
But my version, right or wrong, pairs up with the next lines:
"There's a bit of paper torn in pieces on the floor
It's a lonely place no one comes here any more."
and gives me a story in an old movie theater.
I like getting my ideas back, I really do. I hadn't ever really noticed them being gone, but since they started coming back it's been nice. It gives me hope that soon I will also get my words back, and I will end up with stories. But even if I don't--there is a black and white guy leaning over a seated, sleeping woman in a movie theater in my mind, like a little music video, and I love it.
(Also, NGIP! But still, IP!)
"Well, I come around ever now and again
When the lights are low and flickering"
But my version, right or wrong, pairs up with the next lines:
"There's a bit of paper torn in pieces on the floor
It's a lonely place no one comes here any more."
and gives me a story in an old movie theater.
I like getting my ideas back, I really do. I hadn't ever really noticed them being gone, but since they started coming back it's been nice. It gives me hope that soon I will also get my words back, and I will end up with stories. But even if I don't--there is a black and white guy leaning over a seated, sleeping woman in a movie theater in my mind, like a little music video, and I love it.
(Also, NGIP! But still, IP!)
