Monday, March 10, 2003
This describes in lyrical language what I did yesterday:
Closing time
Time for you to go out to the places you will be from
Closing time
This room won't be open till your brothers or your sisters come
So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits
I hope you have found a friend
Closing time
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end
Closing Time, by
Semisonic