Saturday, August 18, 2012

you are a cyclone.

wind blows down the river
cedar's limbs lie in the road
your lips are pursed in whisper
we dreamed these neon tornadoes

when we wake we are in pieces
morning, she has me by the throat
oh, we can't say we're leaving
you tell me just leave it alone

and all the time we fight
all the love we don't give out
and all the time you're right
we don't make a sound
it's quiet in this house

now we see in colour
this luminescent view
we don't need to fear each other
but i feel the ghost in you

and all the time we fight
all the love we don't give out
and all the time you're right
we don't make a sound

all the time we fight
all the love we don't give out
all the time you're right
we don't scream and shout
it's quiet in this house

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