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TRAIN UNDER WATER- Bright Eyes
You were born inside of a raindrop
I watched you falling to your death
And the sun, well she could not save you
She'd fallen down too, now the streets are wet
Body of water
Toxic and timeless
Atlantic ocean
New York skyline
I always get lost
When I leave the village
So I couldn't come meet you
In Brooklyn last night
But I sing glory from my lowest
And I will say peace to the people I meet
While the world waits for an explosion
That instant of life
That wipes the slate clean
So don't be fooled
No don't get lied to
Love was always cruel
And don't act strange
Don't be a stranger
It happened to me, now it's happening to you
But if you take that train under water then we could talk it through
Well if I could tame
All of my desires
Wait out the weather that howls in my brain
Because it seems
That it's always changing
The winds indecision
The sorrowful rain
Yeah, I was a postcard
I was a record
I was a camera
Until I went blind
And now I'm riding
All over this island
Looking for something
To open my eyes
But I still sing glory from my high rise
And I will say thanks if you're pouring my drinks
While the world waits for an explosion
That moment in time, when we'll be set free
So don't stay mad
Just let some time pass
And in the morning you'll wake feeling new
And if I don't come back
I mean if I get side tracked
It's only cause I wanted to
I'm keeping up with the moon on an all night avenue
TRAIN UNDER WATER- Bright Eyes
You were born inside of a raindrop
I watched you falling to your death
And the sun, well she could not save you
She'd fallen down too, now the streets are wet
Body of water
Toxic and timeless
Atlantic ocean
New York skyline
I always get lost
When I leave the village
So I couldn't come meet you
In Brooklyn last night
But I sing glory from my lowest
And I will say peace to the people I meet
While the world waits for an explosion
That instant of life
That wipes the slate clean
So don't be fooled
No don't get lied to
Love was always cruel
And don't act strange
Don't be a stranger
It happened to me, now it's happening to you
But if you take that train under water then we could talk it through
Well if I could tame
All of my desires
Wait out the weather that howls in my brain
Because it seems
That it's always changing
The winds indecision
The sorrowful rain
Yeah, I was a postcard
I was a record
I was a camera
Until I went blind
And now I'm riding
All over this island
Looking for something
To open my eyes
But I still sing glory from my high rise
And I will say thanks if you're pouring my drinks
While the world waits for an explosion
That moment in time, when we'll be set free
So don't stay mad
Just let some time pass
And in the morning you'll wake feeling new
And if I don't come back
I mean if I get side tracked
It's only cause I wanted to
I'm keeping up with the moon on an all night avenue
- Last seen on Oct 22 11:24 AM. Member since March 3, 2005.
- I'm a opaline dream poet for 889 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Joyful".
- I am a 21 year old woman from California (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm spinning my wheels..
- Visit my homepage at www.xanga.com/callmemoody





- I am in the groups Chuck Palahniuk, Get Read, Lyrical Angels and Demons, The Inkwell, Those That Write From Experience, Visions through Haiku
- I have 889 comments, 8 contests, 1 addline, 77 poems, 1 story
Poems I'm focused on
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The intoxication flowing from amber-colored bottles has nothing on you. / You're nothing but a / Rubber Stamp Rebel Boy. / But, it drives me wild. / Leather jackets, denim-clad thighs and a few br13 lines, 3 comments, June 24, 2007
My Poetry
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My eyes play tricks on me
I don't know what year it is17 lines, August 24 -
I have to wash you off my skin
scrub until it's pink and raw17 lines, 3 comments, August 19 -
I have sand in my shoes and the beach is miles from here.
Senile old man gave me directions the opposite way I was headed, then went back to talking softly to himself. To his invisible chess partner. About his long-dead wife6 lines, 2 comments, July 19
My Stories
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