Small, white dog,
little, bright star—
far above the world, you are—
singing to the sun,
to your silent, giant neighbor:
will you wave to me, "Goodnight,"
as I timidly float by?
Dwarfed in size, eclipsed in heart,
you are trying.
You are nothing,
little dog.
came for "high in the morning," stayed for "useless friends," became obsessed with "stay asleep." this band can do no wrong. "i never thought love would be the losing side" sucks as a lyric when you're trying to be a lyricists, cuz it's just not fair. Adam Peterson