It starts much like before.
I strip the walls...
Aroma of warm autumn
O' hurry down to me...
You threw a spark that
caught my skin on...
"Children run and
hide away...
..and who will heal the writer,
when the well has run dry...
I whisper thoughts
while my coffee goes cold...
Food coloring emotions
eased it's way within mirrors...
I can't seem to understand,
the mysteries of life...
...but I was never a dreamer
until you puffed into me...
I didn't find the mystical variation of my needs
but still walked past my heartbreaks...
Think
of every cell in your body...
When America sneezes
the whole world catches a cold...