Fly between today and tomorrow,
smiling from the corners of the earth.
spend some time playing in puddles,
am i the dollar determining your worth?
within the mud that makes you happy,
leave your dreams of black and grey.
come and live inside of what is mine,
where back drops determine your day.
lay back on the wrinkled kitchen tiles
carving bible versus into broken lime.
draw your attention to the lettering,
how did i ever mistake you for the light?
you say, 'i love the way you look at me.'
and it's almost as though i am afraid.
shot like a sparrow out of a widows tree,
where angels shower those sugar grenades.
the needle comes down on the record,
the rug ripped from underneath our feet;
we were fishing for a sense of reason,
hoping you wouldnt be lost inside of me.
and you drowned in my very own sorrows,
you cried when the angels had wept.
shot like a sparrow out of a widows tree,
the balance between love and forget.
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