Sending me a postcard from the sands. A photograph and how you're doing. You write the words in ink and cursive and. I follow along with my fingers and pretend.
You are a book for me to read. Familiar lines that I read on and on. You are a film for me to see. A string of frames that just goes on and on and on.
Worlds on end. Seen through. A rocket window screen. Millions left to roam. Engines burn. Beautiful and bright. Always bring me home. . If galaxies. Are places you've.
Burned out like all. Cathie candles. Marked up with the. Choir vandals. Reading, "destroy, destroy, destroy". . Two-speed cycle. Streamered handles. Evenings with the.
Aaron and Maria ran. From the Northwest coast to the city and. Now they reside out in Brooklyn Heights. Where the rich kids hide and the years go by. Aaron writes but they both survive.
When the rest of the world is asleep. Do you remember that night when you and me. Pulled down the steeple of ash. The rain was coming down, I was filthy and black?.
Magnetic to me in a southern Spanish bar. Ordered another round of cheap Jägermeister. I dragged myself across a chipboard dancefloor. I didn't know who I admired anymore.
You've got your head and you're heart mixed up. And there's nothing I could say and there's nothing I could do to prove you wrong. You've got your head and your heart mixed up.
You kept, you kept me close. As winter, as winter closed in. Closed in.... . And I wrote, I wrote. Your name in the settled snow. Settled snow.... . Oh (etc.).
We wish, we wish. And all we do is wait. And we hope, we hope. But never do we pray. 'Cause we know. There's not much to say. . We grow, we grow. But never do we change.
Take one more step, just fall away. I know where to go, I'll find the road. Now that we're lost we'll start anew. I know where to go, forget what you're told.
We tore my shirt just back from school. And in an old beginning we found something new. Through a single slot the sun lit the rooom. I watched it rise to you're eyes.
Well he's burning like a fire. On a dark street. Now fall a feet (?). Falls short of me. . And he's tearing after youth. And fresh meat. 'Cause he needs, because he needs.
You've never seen your mother look younger than. you. I watched you change colour from the back of the. room. Now you're blowing through the treetops.
Inside your head, we go exploring. And your eyes have seen, better days. Once green, now gray. . Go on you'll find. Me close behind. And I know that you're near.
And there you stay. As your boat was sold away. Sold as silver so they say. It's been a long time. . And in the rain. I'll keep your stories and your keys.
Progressive yet repetitive. You were restless and arresting. And I can't stand the way that you stay the same all the time. . You'd think that when we'd meet.
a bright silver eye seeping through the dark, dark night sky. whatever may come I don't care. I'm staying right here in spite. . what happened here before is of no importance.
a black gloomy wave of despair pushing me down. the house gets flooded and there's no chance I'm ever getting out. . and my lungs get filled with water.
there's an empty field ahead of me. and the further I look, the less I see. . and the rain comes pouring down on me. and the black dog is running beside me.