there she goes, there she goes again, racing through my brain
and I just can't contain this feeling that remains
there she goes, there she goes again, pulsing through my veins
and I just can't contain this feeling that remains
there she goes, she calls my name, she pulls my train
no one else could heal my pain
and I just can't contain, this feeling that remains
there she goes, chasing down my lane
and I just can't contain this feeling that remains
.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I rather like this song.
How's your pain? Been wondering if they decided what you'd got and if it's better.
Hope so.
xxxx

Vicus Scurra said...

Yes, are you feeling better? Your public needs to know.

Mel said...

Uh huh.

*waiting for the report*

BTW--the turkey was awesome. And the smells--omgosh......
They should make it into a candle.
Yum!

english inukshuk said...

erm, still in pain, waiting for scan, discovered some wonderful tablets called cocodeine (?), assuming that if the x-ray and the blood tests had anything of interest that the doc would have let me know, given up giving up the fags, feeling better psychologically cos the doc would have let me know if the x-ray/blood tests had shown anything, thank you for asking!

XXX

Mel said...

Hmmmmmm......call 'em anyway?

I'm glad you're at least psychologically better. Cocodeine, eh? *laughing*

Is that in large doses of F and N?
:-/
Just askin'.....