Not_Trapped
01-13-2006, 02:34 AM
she sits across from me in the wooden booth
the girl with the stars at the corner of her eyes
original aqua-marine blue and outlined in black
she took my magazine as deftly as she long
ago took the strings of this tiny heart and tied a bow
another day lost in thought under lonely covers
i recall when you wanted to share your music
with me because being with me felt like home
you're the swan and i'm left in the lake to dream
adorned with the black and brown feathers of war
you're the moon that's always wished for on wednesday
and i'm the sun from which everyone is hiding
"when do we fall in line and admit that it's right
to be ourselves in masks and overcoats in the rain?"
myth tells us that the truth is, we all fall down
the girl with the stars at the corner of her eyes
original aqua-marine blue and outlined in black
she took my magazine as deftly as she long
ago took the strings of this tiny heart and tied a bow
another day lost in thought under lonely covers
i recall when you wanted to share your music
with me because being with me felt like home
you're the swan and i'm left in the lake to dream
adorned with the black and brown feathers of war
you're the moon that's always wished for on wednesday
and i'm the sun from which everyone is hiding
"when do we fall in line and admit that it's right
to be ourselves in masks and overcoats in the rain?"
myth tells us that the truth is, we all fall down