Lateralis
11-02-2002, 05:18 PM
Waking up, it's quarter past my dreams, the light cuts through my room, the day not as in the night it seemed. Starting out just the same old way, slowing down ending up, no words to say.
Drink the tears, down they go with whisky and forgetmenots. Quiet years, the ones without what madness in them. Here, under rocks and shade and there, over hills and green items of hope - do I believe, do I live both.
So take your silence, falling down, take your memories to town, wrap me up with you and rainbows and post me away. I'll come back for you, palm trees and moonsands, bright eyes and make believe - all the magic in the air, you with stardust in your hair.
I'll wait the winter through, warmed by thoughts of me and you. Friends of coffee cups have spoken, lies that I believed are broken, hope remains not just a token, a battered dream that sees me through.
Wednesday, Sunday, Monday - be. Friday walk away from me. Thursday I just can't see, 'cause fridays we made believe.
All the words drop from me, love for one girl like leaves from a tree. Stars at night holding hope bright, friends far and wide, I'm holding the tide - my memories are true, I whistle, I smile...I think of you. It gets me through.
Drink the tears, down they go with whisky and forgetmenots. Quiet years, the ones without what madness in them. Here, under rocks and shade and there, over hills and green items of hope - do I believe, do I live both.
So take your silence, falling down, take your memories to town, wrap me up with you and rainbows and post me away. I'll come back for you, palm trees and moonsands, bright eyes and make believe - all the magic in the air, you with stardust in your hair.
I'll wait the winter through, warmed by thoughts of me and you. Friends of coffee cups have spoken, lies that I believed are broken, hope remains not just a token, a battered dream that sees me through.
Wednesday, Sunday, Monday - be. Friday walk away from me. Thursday I just can't see, 'cause fridays we made believe.
All the words drop from me, love for one girl like leaves from a tree. Stars at night holding hope bright, friends far and wide, I'm holding the tide - my memories are true, I whistle, I smile...I think of you. It gets me through.