So we meet again our tracks cross they bend,
Sleepy eyes and pillow cases,
With tassels and white show laces,
I look through boxes that hold me together,
Pin prick traces of lost and found,
Shift through these fragments to find,
What I was looking for.
The sound of your eyes and the smile of the lie,
Echo my hands as I watch you like a sunrise,
The rise and fall the beginning of the trend,
Black and white frame you in my mind,
I hope you don't mind... |
