Physics.
The newly obsolete cowboy community moans a sad song once agains. Going easy into a forlorn sunset and hastening the pace every so subtly. It's beginning to feel like the film that lost it's point and suddenly ended. So quickly objectified, and behind the times and old fashioned.
"You looked like a wreck, " lost in that disposition. Blinded by the gape of someone else. And I admit in love you can make some withstanding decisions. Even if no one cares anymore, and if only to yourself, keep trying. There is no last and there is no first. There's four palms and two smiles, and a million directions. I'll remain standing and correcting, because that is how I work.
When it's slow it drifts, and when it is no more it blooms again. Sad.
I'm in love with the picture she paints for me as well, but there's a Herculean distance between her figure and her muse. She smiles behind her paintbrushes and that is why the lonesome cowboy continues to sing.
"You looked like a wreck, " lost in that disposition. Blinded by the gape of someone else. And I admit in love you can make some withstanding decisions. Even if no one cares anymore, and if only to yourself, keep trying. There is no last and there is no first. There's four palms and two smiles, and a million directions. I'll remain standing and correcting, because that is how I work.
When it's slow it drifts, and when it is no more it blooms again. Sad.
I'm in love with the picture she paints for me as well, but there's a Herculean distance between her figure and her muse. She smiles behind her paintbrushes and that is why the lonesome cowboy continues to sing.