Here we stand at the end of paths taken
Guiding light inspiration, the slow decline
The crumbling foundation — the stations, and now the cross
But we’re still lost, we’re still lost
Being the thoughts and writings of one Gustaf Erikson; father, homeowner, technologist.
More stuff can be found at gerikson.tumblr.com and Flickr.
This category contains lyrics that have sometime meant something
Here we stand at the end of paths taken
Guiding light inspiration, the slow decline
The crumbling foundation — the stations, and now the cross
But we’re still lost, we’re still lost