When trees lose their detail
and become silhouettes against the soft colors of a sunset.
Soon the silhouettes will vanish into the black velvet of a hidden space
beyond the atmosphere that keeps us safe.
The moon, like tonight, may light up the horizon…
The grass we know as green turns blue.
The streets that burn busy in the daylight
seem icy and forbidden in the soft white light.
Soon stars become the only proof of life
during such a quiet time.
Dancing, shimmering, so alive...
Here with me is where you should be,
watching all this changing course
like it should naturally,
here with me.
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Do I sound broken enough for you?
Wishing I was there... Wishing you were here...
I grip the wheel and all at once I realize:
My life has become a boring pop song
And everyone's singing along..
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