6-20-16
The lights are sending us morse code,
But we don't know what it says,
All we know is the language we've got written on our bodies
(We have the same roots, you'll see)

You're being blinded by ideas and voices and echoes
And we look across the pavement at bright smiles and stargazers.
Your eyes are safety to me,
Won't you take me home?

The wind's picking up,
Gaining energy like you and I.
The music on the street isn't close to the music we know,
We've got better soundtracks.
In my head I see sparks across the skyline
I just want to burn this place down and run away.
- (m.m)