Club 4

All the things money can’t buy, touch me electric: chaotic divine.
Minds shut still, a world just functions, power in living: there’s meaning in
destruction.
What ever happened to Jan Paul?
He paced the steps for Dante, but rose instead on the second day- some times I
think it’s better to be sad; in a sad world only the sad are sane.
Whatever happened to Jan Paul?
Did you ever really know him?
Something like that can never really die- too aware to fake it, too young to
shake it.
love’s so contrived, love is like crying.
Love’s so rehearsed, love is like dying.
Deep in the
lines and the storm in his eye; saw far through and back again.
Redefined living, redefined sin.
So whatever happened to Jan Paul?
Did you ever really know him?