"I've been at the end since the beginning"
it's getting kinda old, same old stories told
hold me so close, you're the only One I see
In this world of mediocrity, you're my Reality
Stories of Rahab and her satin sheets
take me away to a place of irony
Oh, those satin sheets helped the innocent escape
get me away, get me away, get me away
I know things have been bad,
I know, I know they could get worse
I know things are pretty good
But still, but still, past regret hurts
This time, we will try again
This time, this time maybe it'll work
I choke on fireflies and
swallowed hornets sting my insides
swollen and cramping, swollen and cramping
butterflies dwell inside me
flapping wings ever so roughly
twisting inside me, twisting inside me
oh! my eyeballs crack like stones
do you remember the moss covered stones?
The smell of moss and grass and green and trees and air
the smell of you and me and grass and trees and air
yellow iguanas crack the glass
and I remembered the dream I had
the dream the One unseen disappeared before me
the dream the One unseen disappeared before me
Sunday, March 22, 2009
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