Meteor flower you settled in my life. Shine among the cut-out stars and fireflies. Singing careful songs across a technicolor night. Signals stronger pass between our silver satellites. . I think
There was blue green clay. On the banks that day. As we left the world behind. It was upstream then. Like it's upstream now. In this livelong outside. There's a trestle across the water. Like m
Woo. She said "is anything wrong?". And I tried to look away. She said I think we should. Put it down where secrets lay. I think we finally know. That this won't fill the space. It's over, it's
I remember when I only cried. When I fell down. Everything was either black or white. But it's gray now. Iremember when I learned of love. And the way she sings. . Like the hurt and the sting.
I want to dream you. A beautiful dream. I want to hold you. In the dark. It would seem. That no one sees me like you do. No one moves the way you move. And I can't see anything else. I want to
I stood under ohio's skies. I could see the open fields for miles. I thought "what the hell am I doing back here again?". But now I'm trying to reassemble the things I kept and. The pictures fade
The day god closed her eyes. My mother says. She felt. Twenty angels. That came through the window and helped him to fly. My sisters wept and I stepped. Further from faith. The most beautiful s
Awaken to a world devoid of hope and faith. I don't want to look anymore. I turn it off but it won't go away. The pain of a high school end. The rest in a young suicide. The media drawing in. An
I could feel from miles away. The time you spent and the games you played. In his eyes and his name upon your tongue. But I kept walking. Through the pain and the desert sand. Through the night a
Do you hear those distant voices. And sounds through the flames. The deafening drone. Of these clanking machines. In the lights. It抯 the same. We're trying to free. The sculpture from the stone
Room 421. An airport hotel. I know I should be sleeping. But it抯 too soon to tell. If I抣l fly out tomorrow. If I抣l see her tomorrow. I hope that I will. No place like alone. And no sound like
Waiting tables at your restaurant job. An old man reads the paper in the booth. Where I stop. To say hello when I抦 in town. To ask a friend if you抮e around. And I think about those summer nights.