Poem about friends along the way, and everything else. hard to explain. +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ "They're just pictures, Drawings in the sand, Carved my heart in your arm, Can you feel the sun, the air I'm breathing? Have you heard what they're singing, They're saying our words, and I lose a little of you each day You're slipping; Like it all. Angels, fairies, princesses� You give me wings on my back, not white; Maybe black; Can you colour me in? Angels tongues painted black. Can you make yourself fly? Live me a drama, Dream me a wind I'll walk on Tell me a lie Dry me a tear Its in my head. How can I be stained On this bed, Alone and in my head; I can feel your hair, You're sliding through my fingers Babe, you're sand The waves I can hear Are they you? I hear you calling in my sleep She used to wake me, now she lets me sleep I'm stained, but my heart still finds the song Buried but still crying Under sea; under me, The colours blind me I can't take this life at once Open my eyes Don�t let me sleep Don�t let my dreams slip me past Don�t let me fall asleep by you I might not wake. I see the wild in her eyes No one can reach her now And she dies, and the world dies around her That's when the rain falls; feet drenched to the skin. Taste the waves, washing over you, Amongst the scraps Baby is alive. We�re waiting for angels We're all walking into the rain We're running through storms Wild Free Feet pounding I can't hear your names Locked in my head You're still alive Baby isn't dead Baby isn't dead Baby isn't dead� As long as the waves crash, And the gulls cry, And my heart cries over and over; the dust settles the world turns And time won't let me still. �When I sink deeper And the light is fading And I can see her crying I see the girl I see her crying She's f*cking dying And I can hear those girls And I can't stay silent� |