pMorning in a painted town.
Morning on a turning dial.
Morning with another point of view.
Stolen dreams.
Drunken scars.
A woman's tears.
Motorcars.
Mechanics of our fall.
I climbed a while.
Lost my way.
Darling, did you pass this way?
Is it easier to crawl?
Lighted hall.
Broken glass.
Staccato cries.
Another chance.
Still nothing I can do.
Rings to keys..
Door locks tight.
Honey, can you find the light?
Can I see something of you?
Channels ignore boundaries.
Static stings the cable feed.
Messages throw sparks
and fade away.
Sorrow framed.
Money spent.
Bags unpacked
and unpaid rent.
All the other bills I owe.
I could not ask
You didn't say.
Lover, are you gone, today?
Is there any way I'd know?
Morning in a billboard town.
Morning on a padlock dial.
Morning with a missing piece of you.
2009-09-11
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I still don't know what the fuck to make of this one. I read it over and over, worrying that R.E.M. will be contacting me regarding copyright enfringment. Other times I like it.
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