looking two tend to wake up let's see disparate footing beams help the light fall superstition is strong mostly suspicious looking sideways straight on like ideas or emblems
Traducere: Matt Pond Pa. Steme.
half of all our lives are spent encouraged by embarrassment we hold our heads and stay asleep and cannot hear in case nobody called follow the prim
the braid from your hair rested on your shoulder shown in the green light from the panel of instruments the hairs looked like threads woven and were
pray to the simple machines that do not rely on belief the softness of steam and of gears their energy is surely pure the kindness of engines is not
it stopped raining against the windows in the late days before july we used our bodies against our reason as we threw ourselves from in to outside
you do not worry you do not try the winter froze all of your things and you went inside it?s not surprising no there?s no surprise this cold here is
civilized all our lives not a breath the grass unmoved to sleep inside the stillness without blood without air all the stares averting eyes this was
i remember you do you remember me there?s no way to the heart better than awkwardly in canada on new year?s eve you said you?d never seen someone bleed
who knows what?s right lily you don?t have to when you see the moon you trust it?s light the crickets sing loud lily you can hear it in their voices
open up till midnight the butcher waits for someone?s desperation that goes beyond control speaking is an invitation under fluorescent lights you can
i saw a modest dream the kind that can?t speak up and lost before it?s let out in the north we hold our tongues but down here i believe when you pull
summer (butcher two) saturday night the summer?s here under clothes hands disappear buttons slip they?ve gone stray with them thoughts have gone away
look out there is danger even in the simple word hello hiding in the reeds you would not believe where darkness goes discovery is the warmth of eyes
