Too few letters that were sent, too few photographs for me to see. Just to know you held the pen Selfish pleasures in my make believe. The nights
He sits on his rooftop She opens his wine He's drinking alone And it's not the first time He stares at her back and his eyes traces that sweet line
I'm on the train again Past the point I've been past A thousand times Watching the silver tracks I can't ignore the cracks I find in my mind But
Steal the night To a light that's still far away You're still further Pace the floor Find the door through a fish-eyed stare Sets for tomorrow
The wind's been blowing Way too long And I'm starting to lose my mind And now the rain's started And I'm broken-hearted I'm running three hours
I know there's something wrong You've been cleaning the house for way too long You whisper so I don't hear That look in your eye says there's no one
It's been a war to get out of bed Fighting a battle both sides Alone in my head I fake surprise when I feel the floor And I hear a knocking in deep
I've been feeling kind of foolish There's nothing up but sky and there's someone making toothpicks for us one for every tree that has to die. And I've
