Friday, January 29, 2010

a song's beginnings...

dear mama, here is where i can watch the sun line move
as slow as today is is as slow as i am breathing
gripped by the future as it becomes the now
i'm on my seat's edge waiting for a free feeling

come and capture my tilted head
make me believe every word you ever said
while i wonder what all your sounds mean
i'll stick around 'cause i can't escape your being

my dear, can i stare in your eyes for another minute?
its amazing what you can't feel when you're numbed
so as the Surgeon uses his tools to fix whats wrong
i'll just sit here with you, my Anesthesia, succumbed

come and capture my tilted head
make me believe every word you ever said
while i wonder what all your sounds mean
i'll stick around 'cause i can't escape your being

my son, run towards the light on the horizon
for fast goes the day you are alive and breathing
just let the wheat lay where it fell on the ground
and leave our home to chase a girl that loves you being

come and capture my tilted head
make me believe every word you ever said
while i wonder what all your sounds mean
i'll stick around 'cause i can't escape your being

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