In your tears and in your blood
In you fire and in your flood
I heard you laugh and I heard you say,
I wouldn't change a single thing.
I don't know which way I'm going, I don't know what I've become.
Just Say you'll come and set me free. just say you'll wait for me.
For you I'd wait till kingdom come.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
four days of cabin fever
You sang me spanish lullabies
the sweetest sadness in your eyes.
Clever trick.
I'd never want to see you unhappy.
I thought you'd want the same for me.
I saw you once on the street.
You didn't notice me.
you rest your bones somewhere far from my own.
are we ashes and wine?
I built myself a castle on the beach
watching as it slid into the sea.
We lit the streets with the sweetest glow.
The men of science observed through telescopes.
Great in the eyes of someone.
Running against the wind
Folding before you look at the cards.
The last of leaves in the winter sun holding fast this freezing branch is home to us.
Help me out said the minnow to the trout. I was lost and found myself swimming in your mouth.
I'm down to a whisper. In a daydream on a hill. Shut down to a whisper. Can you hear me still? Eager to please. Trying to be what they need. Like a shell upon a beach, just another pretty piece.
The paths have been crossed
The crumbs are gone
And the way has been lost
They are the hunters
We are the rabbits
But maybe we don't want to be found.
Maybe just to say you're sorry
Maybe just to look someone in the eye before you turn away.
the sweetest sadness in your eyes.
Clever trick.
I'd never want to see you unhappy.
I thought you'd want the same for me.
I saw you once on the street.
You didn't notice me.
you rest your bones somewhere far from my own.
are we ashes and wine?
I built myself a castle on the beach
watching as it slid into the sea.
We lit the streets with the sweetest glow.
The men of science observed through telescopes.
Great in the eyes of someone.
Running against the wind
Folding before you look at the cards.
The last of leaves in the winter sun holding fast this freezing branch is home to us.
Help me out said the minnow to the trout. I was lost and found myself swimming in your mouth.
I'm down to a whisper. In a daydream on a hill. Shut down to a whisper. Can you hear me still? Eager to please. Trying to be what they need. Like a shell upon a beach, just another pretty piece.
The paths have been crossed
The crumbs are gone
And the way has been lost
They are the hunters
We are the rabbits
But maybe we don't want to be found.
Maybe just to say you're sorry
Maybe just to look someone in the eye before you turn away.
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