I'm not hanging on your every word. I'm thriving on my self-sufficiency. I'm not listening to the things I've heard. About me and you. . People think there must be something to the way.
Do do do do do do do do do do. . I wear a demeanor made of bright pretty things. What she wears, what she wears, what she wears.. Birds singing on my shoulder, in harmony it seems.
I remember when we ruled the scene. Back when we reigned supreme. Black words in golden speech. The weapons in our reach. . Tell me did I stutter?. Did you hear me right?.
Middle of nowhere. Finally you can breathe. Nobody knows your name. It's easier. . Shut your eyes tightly. Clench your fists 'til they almost bleed. Cautiously, lightly.
Night. Field of stars above us. You pick one. We frame it with our fingers intertwined. . Seeds of every generation. Between our hands. And the promise to teach you the little I have learned.
Walking,stumbling on these shadowfeet. toward home,a land that I've never seen. I am changing: less and less asleep. made of different stuff than when i began.
We're adrift on a sailboat. My love is the sea. Yours is the horizon. Constant and steady. . You set my landlocked heart afloat. Lifted my lonesome sails.
Didn't I tell you everything's fine?. If there's a good and bad we're somewhere in between. Often I feel like we're all navigating blind. Could we get a change of pace to set the scene.