I find the map and draw a straight line, over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be, it's only finger-lengths that I see I touch the place where I'd find your face,
My finger in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar, there is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence, as drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises, ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory, are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold ground
I,
I pray that something picks me up, And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far, we'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island, until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from the last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping, a joy you can't keep in

I'm miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold ground
And I,
I pray that something picks me up, and sets me down in your warm arms

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4 comments:

zIggI said...

*sniff*

mig said...

also *sniff*

Mel said...

Wow.

Great photos for the lyrics.
I rather like the tune (in case you're askin'....)

Mel said...

And oh, what great crazy quilts.

If they're not they oughta be!