Random lyrics of the hour

Hold me now
I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain’t so far down

Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe there’s something left for me
So please come stay with me
‘Cause I still believe there’s something left for you and me
For you and me
For you and me

Vocabulary

Somehow I've ended up defining the word dystopian twice in the past month. I'm sure I've not used it in conversation more than a half-dozen times in my entire life, so this is odd. Although, it is nice to be able to have conversations that use words like dystopian and sylvan, proves I'm not dealing with complete morons for a change. Ah, well, back to work next week. :-)