| If I could only find my way back to you There is no sun to cast the shadows of children Skin and hair falling in tune with the elements There is only the moon traveling over the island of moorea From only a crevice now A faint light upon the killing wall A stream of it I wanted to play russian roulette after school Thinking of you Speaking with the blood I had drawn It was for no one else But it's for no one these days I found a photograph the other day And a flood of memories Packaged neatly in a box beneath the window sill It had always been there Like a tomb reminding me of forgotten grave flowers Wilting in the summer air In the desert Before falling asleep People arrange themselves To avoid the insects and other things of the night If I found myself in your arms I'm sure you would arrange yourself To avoid the feelings I had for you Your part of the scenery now And it's the same moon as it's always been |
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