like pictures broken inside my hands

pray for a miracle

when I’m not drowning inside

look towards the sky when every dream comes true

to have you in my arms again

is it all pretend?

am I just watching the visions inside my mind?

am I watching something lost at sea

when the boats circle their distance

when we run towards the shore

when every footstep breaks the barrier

every border around your heart

a million birds fly through the sky

like pictures broken inside my hands

scatter them across the ocean

put every piece together

and hope for mankind

jump through the sky like reverse magnetism

sparks fly through the electric wire

like the stillness gone away

chains broken inside

focus on every detail

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

telegraphic instinct

shaking through the floors

numbness taking over my skin

a loss of perfection

a loss of idealization

stop the heartbeat and take a second step

chemicals lost inside my head

an arrow splintering the details

a cause for alarm

a cause to disarm

ingest years and years from your veins

diffuse the crisis left hanging from your eyes

brace my back with window panes

crack every outcome like determination

look through the floating horsemen

run the bay to find you upside-down

every color carved through the wooden trunks

ageless color

shake the hidden truth from each branch

can I find you when I turn away?

can I find you through every horses’ step?

my madness, my true instinct

my illusion, lost in delusion

gallop against the sand pressing so far against your skin

jump through the carriage tumbling clear into your heart

telegraphic instinct