Tuesday, April 6, 2010

63

I'm taking you on a trip further than people go
where there's no one to drive by and see us
and nothing would be different if we were the only ones left

I'm bringing all the things we have to do
watch their colors fade
each time you see a different moon

I'm planning our return, I am,
to be the same time of day when we left
I'll remember when that was because the last sound that made it
through the basement walls are what made me want to leave

I'm going to be important
I'll brush a shoulder every day
and I'll talk about the place we were
though I won't know how to tell it right

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