martes, agosto 28, 2012

My Girl On The Moon

Seeping into dark balls of energy,
My conscience goes,
Floating round the dirt,
Of the ground below,

Don't talk to me,
You'll only waste your breath,
There's nothing in here love,
There's nothing left,

It all froze and melted away,
With the last winter,
Beneath summer painted skies,
Friends, lovers and piercing splinters,

I used to live out the days,
Dreaming dreams of styrophoam,
And plasticine figurines,
Of places and faces I'd never seen,

But now things are dull,
Now things are grey,
You say I'm just getting old,
When I feel like I'm burnin out and drifting away,

Yet still I wonder what will happen,
When the fire goes out,
No feeling of control with the sky stripped,
Of all clouds,

I'll meet my silver girl,
with eyes so bright and skin so pale,
I'll jump into my hot air ballon,
And go to my baby's arms,
My girl on the moon


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