Greys in a Vanilla Sky
Plane crash in the back yard
They fly too low in a town like this
For Towers and stucco and the usual clique
They're in flames from now.
Bud to Mouth
smell or smoke
Stare into the burning scene that the sky and clouds smote.
Once in a heart it's much to late
Keep at a distance for goodness sake.
For every call to often I'll crash a car
I'll seize a heart
I'll down a bar.
Sane at all? more near than far
those whom are close which should be missed
chain smoke the thoughts in a shallow fit
too close at all.
Lip to lip
Hands in hair
Kiss me in sobriety and please don't care
They fly too low in a town like this
For Towers and stucco and the usual clique
They're in flames from now.
Bud to Mouth
smell or smoke
Stare into the burning scene that the sky and clouds smote.
Once in a heart it's much to late
Keep at a distance for goodness sake.
For every call to often I'll crash a car
I'll seize a heart
I'll down a bar.
Sane at all? more near than far
those whom are close which should be missed
chain smoke the thoughts in a shallow fit
too close at all.
Lip to lip
Hands in hair
Kiss me in sobriety and please don't care