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Becoming older.
While this night stays alive.
I am out of gravity
wake me up.
Night is silver-eyed
She keeps secrets.
why?
Acrofobic nosebleed
I hope you understand just why it happens now.
ofcause you do)) I smile and close my eyes
push the switch till you feel the click
of the arm dropping down
then the needle hits the disc
Romanticised hindsight false
Juke box gang bang
When the animal needs feeding
When the thrill is gone
Where's the morphing of lust and love
What remains of the space between us?
i wish to spew upon your shore
to woo you back to this half a person
to make this half a whole
on salted lips i whisper your name
al day i walk upon the promenade
the bitter wind that scalds my face
reminds me of the force of you
george waves goodbye to his cronies
not a tear in anyones eye
he slips away to obscurity
before he goes straight to hell
Was George a philosopher a philistine a dream
Did he really write those words in front of me?
Is it possible he did business?
Or a deal with god?
Which God?
I wish to spew upon your shore
Woo you back to this half a person
Make this half a whole
On salty lips i whisper your name
All day i walk upon the promenade
The wind that scalds my face
Reminds me of the force of you
Push the switch till you feel the click
Then the needle hits the disc
