• i got a firm grip, on a double edge sword,
    cuts, wounds, palm, sliced,
    read me word by word,
    i walk the city looking for love in scenery,
    and hoping your walking the same street,
    so your near to me,
    but be sincere to me,
    street lights hold a beauty,
    thats one of a kind,
    the orange tint / concrete,
    wind blowing that night,
    fingertips in my hair so i can push it aside,
    just like you would do, dark room, eyes wide,
    together in bed we would share the best secrets,
    but the marks on my body made it hard to keep them,
    fast forward to the present, nothing to believe in,
    look at how life is now,
    i see the lights like a new born child,
    the bright it bleems,
    in sleep my dreams,
    erupt in scenes,
    of you and me,
    show me in screams,
    you reign supreme,
    skin so perfect, you were like a magazine,
    fresh and soft like the front cover,
    words that meant the world when our lips would hover over one another,
    i know we loved each other,
    but now we have to let go,
    it's just reality it seems,
    were practically coming apart at the seams,
    remember that time when we walked on the beach,
    it was so cold i couldn't tell why we were there,
    but in midst of the cold and dark we would stare,
    at each other, take comfort,
    in your soft brown hair,
    sometimes i still feel like I'm standing there,
    but now i just try to pretend like i don't care,

    but where and how?
    and why this now,
    why no smiles?
    have i fallen? am i broken?
    i've tried now for a while,
    and this may not relate,
    but to me it correlates,
    things that stand out,
    in my mind they penetrate,
    and even though i really hate to let you control,
    here are some things that always grab my soul,

    cherry blossoms, saxophones,
    street slums, all alone,
    early morning, dark skys,
    beach, ocean, no light,
    light mist, drive home,
    beautiful grey stone,
    walls with graffiti and the meanings they hold,
    the way the world dims just before the rain,
    and the way the rain drops seem to speak your name.





    Imma take one more trip to china town soon,
    hope were back together at least one more time,
    I'll be at the stone bench, in the first shopping center close to the station,
    when the sky is orange and the wind is blowing warm,
    you already know.