she walks in her bare toes
yellow line on a dark road
can't you see that they're writing their stories
and yours is still here left untold?
there isn't a beacon
no light in the fog
just feel with your ear and your fingers
and maybe you'll find where to go
her thoughts on the wind
and her eyes on the sky
she breathes it all in and
she lets out a sigh
no matter what the morning will be
tonight it's just the moon and me
like a delicate violence
with the beat of a heart
you'll never know anything about
beginnings til you learn to start
you'll scribble with fine lines
and pencil in the rest
an eraser in hand
an invisible anchor is strapped to your chest
with hands that are empty
and eyes that are dry
don't know if it hurts
she's forgotten to cry
no matter what the morning will be
tonight it's just the moon and me
and the faster you run now
it's like chasing your tail
all the memories you've bottled up
have been released and have turned
into wind in your sails
and the time is your captain
destination unknown
drag your feet let them trail in the water
as into tomorrow you float
from their place in the shadows
you can feel as they stare
and their words they surround you
the questions are flying like birds in the air
you'll whisper the answers
it's like spitting up gold
cos no one will ever know what you are
thinking unless they are told
her dreams, hung like parachutes, hover around and
feet like balloons tethered fast to the ground
a heart full of fire and a head full of sky
with legs of the earth and a light in her eye
no matter what the morning will be
tonight it's just the moon and me
