You may tire of me as our December sun is
It was one hundred degrees, as we sat beneath a
Alone on a train aimless in wonder.
An outdated map
Love of mine some day you will die,
But I'll
If I could open my arms,
And span the length
I once knew a girl in the years of my
I want to live where soul meets body ,
And let
Time for the final bout.
Rows of deserted houses.
All
Squeaky swings and tall grass.
The longest shadows ever cast.
Sometimes I talk like a turnstile,
When I have had
And it came to me then that every plan,
Is
Burn it down till the embers smoke on the ground.