Spinanes Lines And Lines
Listen closely for tires in the driveway
The voice in the stairwell, the steps in the hallway
Feel the warming come up through the floor
The click as the tape flips it's intrinsic how he feels
sick
Tell you I love you there's no one else I'm thinking of
And all the hands that clasp mine are no match for your
burning touch
Now I'm out back praying
Movement paved with me
A taste of me not on my knees
Fevered pitch that's rising
From somewhere deep inside
It has a name I cannot place
All the time I waste
New mistakes I've made
Feel the stick of legs leaving vinyl
The sweat of closeness, the waves of nausea
Tell you I miss you there's no one else I'm dreaming of
And all the lips that kiss me are no match for your
fever touch
Now alone outside
The peace that comes with quiet
Blur lines of wires black in twilight
All the threats I take
And friends that I evade
Are penned up and in stillness wait
The ache is this my close
In ways he'll never know
All your lines
