Of all the churning random hearts under the sun eventually fading into night, these two are opening now. As we lie, I touch you under fuller light.
Girl, if you're a seascape, I'm a listing boat, for the thing carries every hope. I invest in a single lie. The choice is yours to be loved. Come away from an emptier boat.
'Cause when the dead moon rises again, we've no time to start a protocol to have us in. And when the dog slides underneath a train, there's no cry, no use to searching for what mutts remain.
Throw all consequence aside.
The chill aspire, people set alight.
Of all the intersecting lines in the sand, I routed a labyrinth to your lap. I never used a map sliding off the land on an incidental tide -- and along the way, you know, they try.
They try.
And we got sea legs and we're off tonight -- can I've that to which they've no right?You belong to a simpler time. I'm a victim to the impact of these words and this rhyme.
 dyejob · Thu Feb 01, 2007 @ 09:00pm · 0 Comments |
