Always the true one, calm, selective,. Staking a claim among the young defectives, far off under the nighttime, baby, crawl into the wave.. Got to be cool now, unprotected, you come around every day to collect me,.
Glasswork shards decorate this house. We're tossing lost arts out windows. The splash and jangle of a secret science defined. You claim some golden age is upon us.
Under your wheels, the hope of spring. Mirage of loss, a few more things. You left your sorrow dangling. It hangs in air like a school cheer. . Complex notes inside the chords.
I believe. You've had something that's mine. All this time. Slow to singalong crawl. Fork it over. . I live among. The alarms, where I trip. Where they sing.
Mass romantic fool wears Foster Grants, his books on tape ring true,. Like everyone wants to say I love you to someone on the radio.. The first voice in the hollowed stars, now the one true loves,.
What do these marching orders mean?. Some hackneyed fairy tale I'd move outta their dreams. It's what they do. Stepping to. Marching ten paces in front of you.