When words like warm blood smoothly flow
Within the insides of poetic frame...
People have picked me up
from a dusty shelf...
A hundred times my words
have changed but my voice...
The image of a lighthouse in an eerie peace
of blue water looking cold even when it's warm...
Remember that roof at the top of the hill
where the silence grew thick...
The children’s section, when I was a child
served my sister as a babysitter for me...
Cover me over with melody
Cover me over with time...
Is it to much to ask for a question
instead of an action...
I'm going to buy one final boat,
And this one will have flare...
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i don't think the soul lives in our eyes...
Of all the cheating and the lies I hear everyday,
Of all the silent screams without the words to...
I saw the road behind me
fold into the setting sun...