Precarious Paths of a Postmodern Pilgrim
Speeding down the freeway in your orange speedster, a song comes on the radio that turns your stomach to a knot.
It's called "Pacific Sun" by Dashboard Confessional...
"We are, we are, intriguing. We are, we are, desirable."
"Oh how we've shouted, how we've screamed: take notice, take interest, take me with you."
"But all our fears fall on deaf ears."
"Tonight, they're burning the roads they built to lead us to the light.
And blinding our hearts with their shining lies, while closing our caskets cold and tight."
"But I'm dying to live."
The song brings you to tears as you think of all the "undesirable" people you've turned your back on in your comfortable, middle class life.
It's called "Pacific Sun" by Dashboard Confessional...
"We are, we are, intriguing. We are, we are, desirable."
"Oh how we've shouted, how we've screamed: take notice, take interest, take me with you."
"But all our fears fall on deaf ears."
"Tonight, they're burning the roads they built to lead us to the light.
And blinding our hearts with their shining lies, while closing our caskets cold and tight."
"But I'm dying to live."
The song brings you to tears as you think of all the "undesirable" people you've turned your back on in your comfortable, middle class life.