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like late night radio
02:50
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When all the dishes clear away
When all the chatter leaves
When all the cycles of the day
Pass by you and me
Will you stay awhile?
Will you talk with me?
When my stumbling evens out
When our pupils dilate
When your hair falls into your mouth,
Thinking, looking sideways
Will you have to be somewhere?
Or do you prefer right here?
Your little laugh papers the room
Your speech hushed like late night radio
And I need more than a few minutes
To tune into you
When it's just the two of us
Who will be the first to fall in love?
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~ i don't know how to translate bird chatter ~ ;)
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mosaic
04:08
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I wish I knew her
Footsteps on avenues,
The way she greets the sun
Her solo marches, bottle cap fortunes
I wish I saw her
Traveler's log,
Her endless looking up,
Her high waisted jeans and night clubs
I want to be a tile in her mosaic
I could be a compliment
I wish I knew her
In monochrome, through stained glass
Fast as highway drives, still as tea
All the photos of her family
Through the glass I can see wonderland
I want to be a tile in her mosaic
I could be her complement
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Bringing in the groceries
You turn around and smile at me
We exist in the same space, finally
Things are okay now
I started to say, “Is this a dream?”
She said, “Not until you fall asleep.”
I don't want to dream again
I have everything in front of me
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house with one candle
02:48
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Lost rocketeers wandering aimlessly
We sail through lifting fog and fallen leaves
Paintings with no attribution
Sweep us up in the same brush beats
A function from the mountain garden
Tumbling to an empty town on the horizon
They call us the house with one candle
We always light up the room
But when the room empties out
We put out just like everyone else
Lay down just like everyone else
Nothing special
We define ourselves
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Seurat umbrellas dotting the streets
Downtown lights go through the ground
Comfort is hearing rain against the window
Against your whispers
Wet newsprint still clings to your face
A story I wouldn't read any other way
Comfort is feeling you next to me
We're a pet rock family
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still
04:09
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We're an 8 pm sunset
Pink paint dripping down siding
Only to dim with the mood lights
We're automatically timed
We are the end of the day
Blue starlit glow peeking through the shades
Blue TV glow that we're not watching
As curtains chase wind through the torn screens
Settle down with me
We are still
We are the beams flicking the palisade walls
Felt under body heat and peripherals
Figuring out how to shape our hazy hands
So they never come unhinged
Still with you every time
I choose you every time
Settle down with me
We are still
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