You started drinking the Kool-Aid. We were taking the bait. We were talking big talk. Never playing it safe. Looking good as Jane Fonda. On a Vietnam tank.
I wanna sleep on the air mattress with you. And let the air leak out, what won't I do?. And as we sleep our bodies slowly meet. I can feel it when your heart beats, I do.
Did you expect it all to stop. At the wave of your hand?. Like the sun's just gonna drop. If it's night you demand. Well, in the dark we are just air.
Did you expect it all to stop. At the wave of your hand?. Like the sun's just gonna drop. If it's night you demand. Well, in the dark we are just air.
It is not the past few days that have has me feel. This way and it is not the tiny marks of doubt. That cover everything I see, it is just the way. She looks at me.
You take your clothes off. Right after school. The tea is on. The flame is blue. . And you hope it won't take. All afternoon. The TV's waiting. To talk to you.
Here is a scale, weigh it out and you will find. Easily, more than sufficient doubt that. These colors you see were picked in advance. By some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty.
The air was all dust, a night so untamed. The ground opened up. And swallowed all of the rain. . And it swallowed you too, into distance unknown. As they sat down for dinner, they waited for you to get home.
The language in the dimmer rooms. Seems to represent it's light source well. How soft they speak and seem to be at peace. With the movement of the music and the madness.
The people's key. Ringing through arena seats. The black machine. Played it all from memory. A fever dream. Well, I'll come back eventually. To wade into the water.
My grandfather's name was Moon. Because his eyes were bright and round. No amount of time or liquor could dull them. . My grandmother's name was Joy. Because it spilled out of her heart.