A shattered window,
The boy is back she cried.
He burned the
Pull our pockets inside out
Our hips have grown wings
The block
I'm easing out
Of a single file line,
Possessed by early morning
When you come on wasted wheels
You don’t know which way
This is finally happening,
A happening and I'm happy and
I see
I was on the moon when you were born
Taking one
In between every "I love you"
I ask if you can
On and on it goes
Stealing all familiar
Answers to the questions,
Defeating
Believing is harder than it used to be
The evening reports
Go to bed, you've thought too much for one day
The surface of streams
The fingers of trees
The sweet harmonies
The breeze
Unexplainable things will happen
When we really see into each other's
Now I am on the other side of the world
Don't leave me, Lord, if you're really in there
They built
Feels like mayday disorder.
Emotional rats were rotting vegetables
(Swept back?)
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