Hoping that I see you on the street. It's your kind of day. Nothing has the color of your eyes. Train leaving gray. And i'll never love no one. The way i loved you.
I was waken late the other night. There was a bird trapped in my heart. I tried to open up and let it out. Before it tore my chest apart. I tossed and turned.
And regardless in the evening. Light is thrown by the setting sun. Speeds along this vast familiar. And silently crosses everyone. . It's the light that's changing.