Saturday, December 15, 2007

The dew on the grass looked like diamonds in the moonlight, and we both knew they'd never break.

Wake up darling
I think I hear something outside
It's the sound of the stars singing
and the sound of hearts breaking
and love making
And broken streetlights flickering
sometimes the difference between sight and sound escapes me

Babe let's run away to a city undersea
let's go somewhere where we could never be
like on the surface of the moon, or the jungles of Africa
or the top of a mountain where the air is hard to breathe
How about we show them that love is still oft seen
how about we take a picture and develop the photograph of our dream

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Lullaby

Come sleep with me/Come dream with me/Come lock your heart away/Turn out the lights lighting up your mind/And pull the blinds out on the day/And we can sleep/And we can dream/And we can try to find/The particle of truth that lies/Somewhere deep inside

And restlessly turning/Silently lying/Your arm across me, my face next yours/Our sleep and our dreams open no doors/But we wait in the dark till the sky starts to fall/And we'll try hard to notice anything at all/A little glimmer of light/A harmonic of sound/A vague breath of air/The feel of the ground

And the dirt inbetween our toes/And the stuff that we all know we don't know/We'll sleep and we'll dream and we'll start to cry/Because we now know now, now we know why

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Red-Light Love Letter

Darling I have to admit
My will and goodness are shit
I cannot do the right thing, I fail when I don't
expect to stray at all

what can be the heart of love
when it fails me occasionally?
styro-foam or dead autumn leaves?
maybe a broken eggshell, or an eulogy
something found amongst the dark

This is an apology to the person I love the most
but also to the rest of you
I wish I could say that I'll show you the way
but I'm just lost as well
just wandering wondering looking around
trying to discover the good in the sound
of my feet crunching through frozen dirt
and your heart beating through the hurt
if i could make this all make sense i would
you know that as well as i do

But it doesn't make sense, and neither do i
when the things I love force me to cry
it Isn't supposed to be hard like this
I'm not supposed to imagine anyone else's kiss
so make my thoughts come out right
drag them into the Day and out of the Night
try to inject some static into this show
try to show me where i should be, and who i should go

Sunday, December 09, 2007

Sleep slow soft

I can feel the chemicals rising
hormones floating to my brain
feeling on top of the world
and you

let's pretend this will never end
this high on love, this grey black dove
this gift that isn't given, just born with

and we sit around and discover our potential
tell me I mean as much to you as you do to me
let's prove it incorrect that we're our own greatest enemy

and wake up and discover it was all a dream
alone in our heads
asleep in our beds
a puppet show that fell in love
nothing matters much to your best friends
and you realize it suddenly and hit restart again