Album: Glass Floor
My life is a marathon our milk and honey days are gone
the shortwaves have taken the long way home
the four corners are neatly folded sound the bell
the war is ver
walls are just sand and paper and sin
when the earth's moving we're all travelling
no one ever keeps all their belongings
they have taken all precaution and with it all the safety lost
in translation of protecting the family
we are hiding underneath the bed
we fear we'll catch our death
if our neighbours have some secrets from us
when the earth's moving we're all travelling
no one ever keeps all their belongings
the rising tide of traffic on the east side of town
is routine or frustrating or you're walking
they all smoke inside their sweaters, drinking their mouths shut money
is a disaster if this is what you buy with it
i take a deep breath i let freedom ring
everyone can keep all their belongings
the evening so long
i think i might go out
on a night like this in late july