Paul Michel Expire
If love is a semaphore
Then i am a sinking ship in search of a harbor
In search of a peaceful slip
If time is an endless curve
And space is ageless
Then i could be drowning
Cuz how do we begin to begin?
Ooh, we let the time define the self
And all the many ways we think we could expire
If hearts were so infinite
Then why do they tire?
Why do they tend to skip and burn less and cry out?
If i were an honest soul then i could
Explain the ways i steal from a hopeless well
And take from a homeless, childless, faithless place
