took the ride up to the well for the town i had to see the view of the green lighting the fire to the words in the way i could hear you breathe i could
i got lost in a part of the woods far from another cut the line between light and the good out of color when we breathe we can see the stare seems you
turns when pedals redden roads we'd pass through farms, the orchards are aligned it looks too slow as we lay against the floor the green fury becomes
the warmth has you taking off your coat in the darkness behind the greens and gold there's always things you wish you hadn't done there's always things
when it snows from above the towers the ground stays still - it can't get away clothe the roofs hour after hour with this ease ignore the obvious heard
the ghost of the ghost barely exists but he knows what he knows and he wants to be sure that you see him he was alive when he slept with the snow now
the burns of our beginnings are gone in lights like these orange white, they try to kill the night get turned on for the streets we could lay and give
cut from the window pane over my bed out to the winter trails and where they have led *i've seen a few things going by and i still wonder why it becomes
from these lists i put the blame if everything from jefferson down to arch street remains along the lines tonight's the same I believe I'd use my feet
each mark in softer ground leads to another one follow them down to the neighbor's new yard stealing by eyes through the windows and back again giving
the window's down your hair whipped my face adjust the sound those cigarettes will kill you someday not today to reach the river before dark the only
those sailors came again tonight they measured everything in sight they took the last peace of my mind i'm fading back into the sea you won't even hear
i turned out backwards you turn with me inside a basement bedroom descent is seldom clean we'll climb into attics look down on the streets we stayed
have all gone dry turned down the fire when we waved in the dusk promise the bite fills our stomachs with rust I caught you down, way down in the field Green
we stayed up on new year's we went for confusion the streets were all covered water had frozen slid on our stomachs small fingers had broken and you
to stand alone i can't see forever, where will I go *i'll stop thinking - i will be ordinary your laughter kills me you can't hurt me that won't matter
