Meet me on the Equinox Meet me half way When the sun is perched at it's highest peek In the middle of the day Let me give my love to you Let me take
You look so defeated lying there in your new twin size bed. With a single pillow underneath your single head. I guess you decided that that old queen
Burn it down till the embers smoke on the ground And start new when your heart is an empty room With walls of the deepest blue Fall fades how it ages
It's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes But you're so far-sighted that you can't place trust In what or who you recognize We sped the plymouth
We're starting to feel We stayed together out of fear Of dying alone I've been slipping through the years My old clothes don't fit like they once did
I'm in los angeles today... it smells like an airport runway. jet fuel stenches in the cabin and lights flickering at random. I'm in los angeles today
And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny glance of father time As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409 today As each descending
God bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime Remembering when you were mine In a still suburban town When every thursday i'd break those mountain
When we laugh indoors, the blissful tones bounce off the walls and fall to the ground. Peel the hardwood back to let them loose from decades trapped
Every town has a diner, where I'll meet you and your friends, too. Things are just a bit nicer over some coffee. You can tell me all about your day. I
Try to scrape it off the thought of skin against skin Move it front to back and start it go again With the depression and time we will multiply I've
summer's gone i overslept and woke up to the chill of fall overworked and now i'm all used up this tv haze sucks me through i watch the world from me
The atlantic was born today and i'll tell you how... The clouds above opened up and let it out. I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
Believe in me, im sad and blue Left with nothing but a picture Third or fourth weekend in June December seems to come too soon Will you wait until tomorrow
Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth that touched the lead to the pages of yout manuscript. I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all
The glove compartment isn't accurately named And everybody knows it. So i'm proposing a swift orderly change. Cause behind its door there's nothing to
This is the moment that you know That you told you loved her but you don't. You touch her skin and then you think That she is beautiful but she don't
On Two bicycles On a hillside desolate Could nature make a man of me yet ? Under this charming calm This charming man Why ponder life's complexies
