so i keep watch. and you keep breaking. breaking formation to become. someone else. and your eyes become corridors. where i wander with a candle. calling out to you.
i took my time. and whatever else i could find. i didn't care at the time. i've got it all planned. i'm gonna mark out my land. i've drawn some lines in the sand.
minutes seem like seconds. and the seconds seem like days. that doesn't make sense. put down the phone. be sure you hang up first. that doesn't make sense.
just a simple change of scenery. from 360 degrees. maybe it's all we need. 6, 5, 4, 3. welcome to the last minute. and we've spent it on a sound byte.
either side of a thin blue line. is a collection of satellites. singing circles. singing words that don't mean anything. but they keep me in orbit. and they keep me sure.
and nothing's coming out. there simply aren't enough words to go around. make it up and write it down. pretend it went unheard. because you don't agree with my use of the word.
you hold me in mid air and you keep me a measure from impact. you stop and ask me if the ringing in your ears might be the sound of thought. you're like a long slow accident, time stood still while motion emptied you out.
what's wrong?. nothing, nothing. an unwelcome reception to the million dollar question. a reflex reaction. right back at you. it's your face, it's that same blank expression.
you make it look so easy. you seem to fit inside your own skull so comfortably. but i haven't been myself lately. and thank you. the pressure has been all mine.
there is no need to throw your arms around. and there is no need to ask unless there is some doubt. if you are comfortable with two feet on the ground.
let these pages fly away. flagpoles in the sun. same saturday. and reflected off a window is where you'll stay. where you'll stay. . i turned you in. i turned you into whispers.
Say good morning, same six eyes,. today you'll get your money's worth.. To revolve or revolutionise.. Or put it in the paperwork.. . You've been sold a winning hand..
ask me how i am, ask me how i've been. and then stand and watch and hope and wait and with any luck. i will be an earthquake. and i will clear a space here.
missed by a fraction, now it's gone. stare into the camera and smile. how did we manage to get so lost?. i'm sorry, i don't know, i tried. except i lied (x3).
again (x4). it's up and down. it switches. bad and good, good and bad. one step forward, two steps back. i've been laughing for so long. i liked it better before.
this town makes my mind slow down. lines in my face like highways now. chasing breezes, kicking boulders. and all of the while just getting older. . i leave pieces of paper.
they'll never find us. painting a self portrait. painting ourselves into position. we'll scare them off with word play and sweep them under the rug. my face is pushed against the glass.
he sees streets. waiting for him to decide. forcing directions on the air, insisting. and he wants to move it up. and he wants to move across. anything, just anything.
some things will stay the same. the shape of a power point won't change. and i won't back away and run. if you make me feel strange. she's the hand at the end of the arm.
i built an aeroplane. it was just like the real ones that i saw when i was younger. but it was too small for me. to crawl inside the cockpit and fly away.