Monday, July 20, 2015

Signs

Parchment paper lined streets keep secrets 
Quiet enough to tuck us away under 
Neon signs 
We swim against the current 
I can't touch you 
But I'm holding his hand 
We can't go back now - 
Here's the key 

If your worried about tomorrow 
The way this creases your lips 
Runs across your chest 
I'll fight you in the morning 
As nothing happens by chance 


Tasseled remains of yesterday's intentions 
Bring us here 
I can't touch you 
But I'm holding his hand 
Give you the key 
Lock it in a safe 

If your worried about tomorrow 
We can swim against the current 
Do you feel me beat across your chest 
Do you feel me crease your lips 

Parchment lined streets 
If your worried about tomorrow 
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