timelinezero
07-14-2011, 05:54 PM
Everyday the moon grows, and the sparrows sound off
Like pianos dropped from the clouds
Thoughts of you in a white gown, like curtains thrown over a window
I'll never see
These days by the light house, the waves, a wake
in the morning I'm cracking up
Like peanut brittle, falling apart at your feet
You once asked if I remember when we were in love
There's still no answer, but my fingers reach for the corner of the paper
Only to find the next page
These lungs barely breathe, and there's no heart to keep in beat,
choked up on lust peppered in dust
I'm blown out like the black angels horns, into a fever dream that I'd sewn myself into my sheets, on the day her ghost was born
Just soul left to soak in words I'll never hear, of our passion never spoken
It fades into a shroud of spiraling cigarette smoke
The mist of misery never forgotten
But the fireflies are my lamplight's buzzing, the electricity still humming in my head
Her lips paint red, pretty circles, and time and time again we're back to the stars where we began
But we push the world with every step, the moon and I, but tonight it's pulled us back
With one foot upon our point in space, like a heavenly boot upon my face
We're actors genuflecting to a crowd, whenever the sun goes out.
Like pianos dropped from the clouds
Thoughts of you in a white gown, like curtains thrown over a window
I'll never see
These days by the light house, the waves, a wake
in the morning I'm cracking up
Like peanut brittle, falling apart at your feet
You once asked if I remember when we were in love
There's still no answer, but my fingers reach for the corner of the paper
Only to find the next page
These lungs barely breathe, and there's no heart to keep in beat,
choked up on lust peppered in dust
I'm blown out like the black angels horns, into a fever dream that I'd sewn myself into my sheets, on the day her ghost was born
Just soul left to soak in words I'll never hear, of our passion never spoken
It fades into a shroud of spiraling cigarette smoke
The mist of misery never forgotten
But the fireflies are my lamplight's buzzing, the electricity still humming in my head
Her lips paint red, pretty circles, and time and time again we're back to the stars where we began
But we push the world with every step, the moon and I, but tonight it's pulled us back
With one foot upon our point in space, like a heavenly boot upon my face
We're actors genuflecting to a crowd, whenever the sun goes out.