Hour The Empty Streets
takes me up so high alone atop a lush green hill the wind runs through my face my hair yes i can feel your presence still and the harder the rain eats the ground and the greyer the clouds swallow the sky and the closer i can get to tears without getting to the point of crying i stand with arms outstretched i stand with no regrets i'm feeling warm in the cold and i'm waiting to see where you descend i'm hungry for that burning hole and the more the colours are sucked from life and the more it seems like there is no time and the louder it al and the less it makes me feel like trying and the more i've drunk the night before and the harder it is just to open my eyes and the drab and the bleak and no one speaks and the harder the rain chews the ground and the greyer the clouds swallow the sky and the more my head swims in tears without getting to the point of crying and the more the colours are drawn from life and the less it seems like you're bound by time and the louder it all and the empty streets and the closer i am to flying away away from the stagnant people content with going nowhere the specks of dust pretending to be someone they all make me feel as i walk with barefeet under blades of grass that apart from you striking me down and lighting up my sky all i could do to make the world seem brighter is to shut my eyes
