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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

Poems I'm focused on

  • She is walking- scratch that- dancing in her sleep again.
    16 lines, 3 comments, June 26
  • 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 br
    13 lines, 3 comments, June 24, 2007

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