Exit Existing
Sunny days give me funny dreams and all I know is that I can’t stay with you. Just give me time to think about what’s happening, about why you’re saying goodbye. Wish me luck and I’ll keep you in my thoughts.
December 2006
Preach On
It’s a cold snowed-in night a town so straight laced, so winter white and there’s a lecture waiting to be had, a message of some topic at hand. Knee deep in it and it doesn’t look to be getting any better. The snow-forged rooftops are caving in or maybe I’m lying again. Either you want …
Diffuse
In between the words, you show me what you really want. From the words you repeat every day, burned the diffuse orange glow on the track grey in the gloaming. It’s more than you and me now. You and I combine as product. In production. In silence, you justify the mistakes I make as a …