God bless the daylight,. The sugary smell of springtime. Remembering when you were mine. In a still suburban town. . When every Thursday. I'd brave those mountain passes.
So this is the new year. and I don't feel any different. . The clanking of crystal. Explosions off in the distance. in the distance.... . So this is the new year.
Squeaky swings and tall grass. The longest shadows ever cast. The water's warm and children swim. And we frolicked about in our summer skin. . I don't recall a single care.
Holding fast until the rent checks wear thin. because it hasn't sunk in... so far. . Well it's a drab routine, the dust storms building. and then it's hard to come clean.
Meet me on the Equinox. Meet me half way. When the sun is perched at it's highest peak. In the middle of the day. . Let me give my love to you. Let me take your hand.
How I wish you could see the potential. The potential of you and me. It's like a book elegantly bound. But in a language that you can't read just yet.
When the wind picked up the fire spread. And the grapevines seemed left for dead.. And the northern sky, like the end of day,. The end of days.. . A wake up call to a rented room.