• in the mid night we look out towards the broken water and we learn through convulsion of our imperfections
    sitting in the rain on this desolate beach
    fingers crossed
    soft eyes breathe the fog and this simple love can be a ballad for dancing
    stolen breath to touch your inner thighs
    arching up and reaching towards the sky
    i can melt my hands into your skin
    then you look at me like some sort of martyr sent down from above to pull you from the fire
    so we sat back on my car and gazed out all the while
    watching the fire engulf the city of ants
    now our drives just waste the miles and never clean the stains but we try to fix the pain with a needle and some thread to form a patch which can't withstand a bending at the seam
    and for what? to be wishing on a star? so i found one empty page in your 2 page book and the others filled with hate that can't be understood so here's my toast to us with shattered broken glass to 17 more years of holding me back
    on the day i die i'll have just one request left for you
    hold up the sea to keep you far from me
    you float so softly and with that the curtains close
    we never had a chance