I blinked again and. I wasn't dead. I was a favorite child in it's bed. . You had to look. In praise and alarm. Yet I hold nothing. In my arms but my arms.
The end of a love affair. A scene from a film. Just as familiar. As the love had been. . I woke and couldn't sleep. Before a word was said. The gap was ocean deep.
The morning belongs to the night. Until it comes with a light. Until it's born with a spark. Until it outgrows the dark. . And there it hangs for a moment.
Well I'm walking in these streets again. I'm back and it all looks the same. And I feel like a man who returned from the moon. Gotta be what it's like to return from the moon.
Well I'm walking in these streets again. I'm back and it all looks the same. And I feel like a man who returned from the moon. Gotta be what it's like to return from the moon.