What's the immaterial substance
that envelopes two,
that one percieves as hunger
and the other as food.
I wake in tangeled covers,
to a sash of snow,
you dream in a cartoon garden,
I could never know.
Innocent imitation, you are cast in gold,
your image a compensation for me to hold.
Parallel lines, move so fast,
toward the same point,
infinity is as near as it is far.
1 | The Passenger |
2 | Love Is No Big Truth |
3 | Stay Out Of Trouble |
4 | Little Kids |
5 | Sorry Or Please |
6 | Winning A Battle, Losing The War |
7 | Failure |
8 | The Weight Of My Words |
9 | Homesick |
10 | Know How |