I'm your telescope. Help you see other worlds up close. I'm your submarine. You'll explore where you've never been. I'm your ticking clock. Hold my hands and the time will stop.
I wanna get your words stuck in my head. I wanna touch your soul with mine. I want to always be, be by your lead. Always. . I wanna know that you hung the stars in the sky.
In the autumn on the ground, between the traffic and the traffic and the ordinary sounds. I am thinking signs and seasons while a north wind blows through.
Love, where is your fire?. Ive been sittin here smokin away. Makin signals with sticks and odd ends and bits. But still theres no sign of a flame. . Imposters have been passin.
I have this sinking feeling. Something's weighing me down. I am completely saturated. The waves are crashing closer. My feet already drowned. Doing the thing I said I hated.
He got the droop of a fatherless child. Almost imperceptible, one can't see it with the naked eye. Oh but I can. . That cardboard lady in the corner store.
I looked away while the water was receding. I looked away for a second, for a second. And it's gone, everyone was caught sleeping. . I am awake and the air is pulsating.
Walk along here, feel you move somewhere in front of me. I can't place you with these eyes for the doubt I can't see. . How could someone so beautiful.
I just spoke silence with the seeker next to me. She had a heart with hesitant, halting speech. That turned to mine and asked belligerently. "What do I live for?".
If to distant lands I scatter. If I sail to farthest seas. Would you find and firm and gather 'til I only dwell in Thee?. If I flee from greenest pastures.
The lone woman stands in the turning December. She's got ice on her lashes, white on her winter coat. The trees stand like soldiers around her. Dutiful wooden curse.
Come, tell me your trouble. I'm not your answer but I'm a listening ear. Reality has left you reeling. All facts and no feeling. No faith and all fear.
Cheers to the furrows on our brow. To each hard won victory. Cheers to the losses that grew us up. Killed our pride and filled our cup. . Cheers to the friendships well worn in.
There's distance in the air and I cannot make it leave. I wave my arms' round about me and blow with all my might. I cannot sense you close, though I know you're always here.
It was the year the crows and the locusts came. The fields drank dry the rain. The fields are bleeding. . Daddy don't cry, it'll be alright. She puts some water on the wound.
Friend, it's getting late. We should be going. We've been sat here beneath these flickering neons for hours. while I am cracking their code, you are deciphering me.
All shapes and colours. Rolled and stained in aging hands. Sculpted explosions. Histories unfold. Our Jackson Pollocked earth turns. A silent witness.
If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,. I can only conclude that I was not made for here. If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,.
Before a neon night's lighting. I'm right beside you. The fire in motion. The fire in motion. . The desert sun sinking. Sleepy and low. But we're just waking.
You got a quick snap-lock on your cold, cold heart. You got your Y.S.L. kicks and a red birthmark. In the shape of Canada. That you try to keep a secret.