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.::Let's call this the quiet city::.
Where screams are felt as a wave of stoplights
Drive through the streets as gunshots punctuate the night
The sides we take |divide| us from our faith
.* And the morning dove gets caught in the telephone wire *.
Asleep you set the fire in your own house
And the night was a knife that cut
And I'm paralyzed
X.Cross out the eyes.X
Blur all the lines
Tearing this canvas from the wall
We crossed out the eyes
Put lines through these cries
We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall
A silent dance that we did into this hospital bed
Hear voices from another room
"It happens all the time"
But July in the sand
The leaves
falling
And counting down our days to live....
Drain the blood from this valentine.
"We can rise on the wings of the dove
See blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke
We can rise like candles in the dark-yours always"
and an envelope marked with your new address
It was the first time face to face
I'm crossing the line
Talking to the other side of death
Hearing the words that choke memories into flatlines
I'm calling your name hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away
Xx..Cross out the eyes..xX with a set of these lines __