Tuesday 16 September 2008

clouds are singing a song, marching along, just like they do

i like it best when your cigarettes burn down to the bone, and then to my lips.
do we bleed just to know we're alive?
well, that's canary's in its cage, just spinning to get out -
it takes more than drink and drugs to break our barriers down.

and the walls are breathing, and slowly start to lean it.
but tell me, sweetheart, were you ever really listening?