I watch the ballerinas in the dark
every spoken movement counter-played
we can all find ourselves free again
inside and out mirrors study the emotional line
to run across imagination to re-process every critical point
we won’t ever stop running through daydreams
if we stop to questions why
if we stop to outline the detail on their back
will we ever understand which way we tick?
when you prescribe the distance I know the battleground too well
wake up another day to break this imagination across the silver screen
if you were next to me
If I couldn’t take a breath
I wouldn’t doubt redefinition
a vital clue going through your head
each slip, each belief to run through the sky
if I could speak
if I could speak to break the colors of silence
if I could speak like cathedral bells
if I could speak like the ghosts inside my head
to walk against the falling rain
if love didn’t fall apart inside my head
I see the shadows drop behind the heartache
reemphasize the social clues I am running so far behind
to cross out my window another day
tonight the church bells ring a different tune
to watch the cathedral walls one more day
to watch the smoke drop the critical line
to kneel before kingdom come every eye closed behind secrets reaching out for me
whisper past separation
tonight the church bells ring a different sound but only with you
Tag: god
shelf-life
confusion beyond deterioration
looking for hope within
like the tunnels diving deeper inside
change beyond recollection
seams we tear apart with apathy
a clue into your instinct
the right to tranquility
men crash in shopping carts
time lifting from their hands
catching a million photographs in the wind
the bright colors drifting me closer to you
like the chemicals drifting out of sequence
a false analysis like sedimentary angels
when I grip my faith across billboard screens
the sounds lighting the future
colors like emotions re-separate
the time clock spins faster but I am drifting backwards into this chair
all the determination withstands a shelf-life
re-ignite and re-engage the glass of a broken dream
witness men like magicians
look through the crowd
all the people lost on television screens
walk through this shadow
break through the cars
like the figures in the whispering room
counting the time away
when we walk through the streets
cut through this memory
time so translucent
break these paths cutting me away
kick through the wheels
behind microscopic eyes
detection at a point where it all matters
press my hands against your burning heart
all the time slipping away
crumble to madness
deception schemes can’t be found
when we lose imagination
I can’t find you here
all the worn out pieces
when you shoot through window panes
buildings hang so high
run through relapsing voices
images across my mind
don’t erase the polaroids
catch the traffic blur
men march past
flags caught against the distance
a place called home
determination never broken down
witness men like magicians
swim up & down the shores
can’t tell fact from illusion
forget my name in this town