With my eyes closed, close my eyes.

17 Nov

Walk With Me – Moby

You’re all elbows and I was the soda machine,

dishing out what everyone needs,

the basket weaver ran back to the trees, and

I’m alright.

I didn’t buy cause there wasn’t bait.

He’s making these things that he hates

well it shows and you know what?

I hate them too.

Or that’s an idea from long ago,

tangled in the lost and forgot.

In this hail I love you more.

contrast wild like storm and stable ground.

A newborn and ghost.

I’ll keep you warm and an eye on the stove.

I hope there are no spirits.

Because if these dreams of mine are signs,

then who knows if I’ll see another winter.

and if there are no spirits,

I’ll build a house with you in it.

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