Friday, April 19, 2013

(you want me to show you
something)
poets cross their fingers
engines burnin' every cylinder
(every bridge I ever crossed is
gone)

She said "every bridge I ever crossed is
gone, and you weren't on the other side"

We read all the old tomes
built with ancient bones
the roads made outta stones
we ain't never goin' home

(subterranean machines we only ride
at night
just read about superheroes all day long
(still writin' my own song)
I'll only love you if you can
fly

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