Small Leaks Sink Ships Truth Of Transition
you paint me a picture every night
with a paint brush i've never seen
and that's okay with me.
it's all a mystery, fascinating beauty.
vibrant colours we will never live up to.
violent shades of a heart that won't calm down.
it's the parallel of the past times
it's experiments
it's the science
it's the fire flies above the pontoons
it's the picture that i can't hold on to
for the best of me i can't hold on to:
books of yester year i can't compare to
it's the planets that won't alight right
it's the planets.
me and i, we're always fighting
and i know i'm only lying to myself
just to get by
it's all the same shit
re-sell these paintings,
make money shipped of every blanket
long rhymes relate now
so much is happening, even lighting is drawn
so much must go on now
