1977-08-29


            Walking on pins and needles, I'm receding.
            Tense all day, I'm sure I must be bleeding.
            So thin...
              walking on the edge
                 of falling into bad times....

            Eggs shell smiles, eyes boring in.
            I'm uptight, my cover's getting thin.
            So hard to...
              keep keeping on
                 when I think I'm losing in love....

                                 gallagher
                                 29 August 1977

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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