Pianos Become The Teeth
Filial
Too seldom sanguine, Always crying over closed doors You should feel like you should, You should feel like you should adapt well with a wistful heartI could never take it, but I'll give you your breath backInfants and whales still have the holes there, never proving to be born on timeYou keep your eyes to the light between finger and thumb and the sky just laughs as I Stare at the grass, The sun, the green, I want the snow years ago I'll say it about routineI cant wait, I can't waitI want the genesI want the era before meI want ideas as imprintsI want the future, I want the futureI want your mistakes, what we were, what I was, what I'll be, what we'll seeHunters only stop to see the scenery when they've caught up,Watching what we have in common that makes us the men some loveI'm not telling you who the rhythm is from, something to look forward to "while im young"One day at a time, I'll never say anything when no one is lookingI'll be so old, finally seeingPicking right days as they come Learning days said like this As purses and sheaths
From Letras Mania