conceptual oyster

Around the world with two suitcases and a drawl thick as blackstrap molasses...

17 March 2007

out of my shell...

i've been looking so long at these pictures of you that i almost belive that they're real
i've been living so long with my pictures of you that i almost believe that the pictures are all i can feel
remembering you standing quiet in the rain

as i ran to your heart to be near and we kissed
as the sky fell in holding you close how i always held close in your fear
remembering you running soft through the night
you were bigger and brighter than the snow
and screamed at the make-believe screamed at the sky
and you finally found all your courage to let it all go

remembering you fallen into my arms
crying for the death of your heart
you were stone white so delicate lost in the cold
you were always so lost in the dark
remembering you how you used to be slow drowned you were angels so much more than everything

oh hold for the last time then slip away quietly
open my eyes but i never see anything
if only i had thought of the right words
i could have hold on to your heart
if only i'd thought of the right words
i wouldn't be breaking apart all my pictures of you

Looking So long at these pictures of you
but i never hold on to your heart
looking so long for the words to be true
but always just breaking apart my pictures of you
there was nothing in the world that i ever wanted more
than to feel you deep in my heart
there was nothing in the world that i ever wanted more
than to never feel the breaking apart all my pictures of you

the cure

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