Thursday, June 12, 2008

hammock.

maybe they will sing for us tomorrow
city in the dust of my window
this kind of life keeps breaking your heart
we will say goodbye to everyone
raising your voice... trying to stop an echo
I can almost see you
losing you to you
floating away in every direction
disappear like the morning...
...like starlight into day
will you ever love yourself?
the air between us
stars in the rearview mirror