I struggle them shut, to shut out myself.
I open them in hope to release what I have so long...

And I keep you with me
Always singing those sweet songs...

City lines shine like the top of your day
the skin upon my sleeve is darkened until grey...

Your eyes and your voice
and the things we believe...

Go to bed.
Restless legs make for restless heads...

My mind is a smoke that rises to the ceiling
a growth we can't control with out any healing...

Where we all want to run
And the thoughts flow so free...

Come into me
worries and all...

My hope sinks in and drowns in your threat.
Miniscule thoughts provide preoccupation of regret...

Breathe in deep while time rushes by.
It stops by the door, as we pretend to cry...

Do you hear my heartbeat?
When all my lights turn out...

There I lay, my head set to your feet.
Time drips slow like the rain on the street...