The pain is gone. The rain and storm they stumble down. The sun disguised again today. The wagon rolls, it's axis bound. Another bottle cracked today.
Just a look can make me feel it might be worth. The trouble just to see the look. It kills me I forget. I don't believe in love and I want to believe.
Please don't leave, would you stay until I'm sleeping. I wake up tomorrow, still I won't feel alive. And hear the trees brush a green light on the window.
Hiding out from the winter Sundays. Sleeping past the crack of noon. Knotted legs and a wet hair tangle. How they unraveled far too soon. . There's a box I still can't open.
I was so right, sitting stoned. Like a jewel eyed baby. I was so right, never knew. I could feel so perfect. . So perfect now. Let the plane slide off the ground.