rhyme

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,

The Gunpowder Treason and Plot to surrender,

I know of no reason

Why the Gunpowder Treason

Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent

To blow up King and Parli'ment.

Three-score barrels of powder below

To prove old England's overthrow;

By God's providence he was catch'd

With a dark lantern and burning match.

Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.

Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!

lyrics by Love & Rockets

Haunted When the Minutes Drag

The word that would best describe this feeling
Would be haunted
I touch the clothes you left behind
That still retain your shape and lines
Still haunted
I trace the outline of your eyes
We're in the mirror hypnotized
I'm haunted
I find a solitary hair
Gone and still i remenice
I'm haunted

Haunted by your soul
Haunted by your hair
Haunted by your clothes
Haunted by your eyes
By your soul, by your hair
By your clothes, by your eyes
By your voice, by your smile
By your mouth, by your soul
By your hair, by your clothes
By your eyes, by your voice
By your smile, by your mouth
By your soul

Haunted (haunted)

So this is for when you feel happy
And this is for when you feel sad

And this is for when you feel...

Nothing

when the minutes drag
when the minutes drag

And this is for the tears that won't dry
And this is for a bright blue sky

And this is for when you feel...

Lucky

And this is for when you feel...

Lucky

when the minutes drag
when the minutes drag

So this is for when you're feeling happy again
And this is for when you're feeling sad

And this is for when you feel...

Something

when the minutes drag
when the minutes drag

Haunted (haunted)
When the minutes drag
Haunted (haunted)
When the minutes drag