come on.
i'd love to talk to you outside,
in the open air: somewhere
to take it, too, and watch it go
anywhere: in here.
you never know.
and i don't mean to chase you down.
i need the dance to slow, closing up
and going out, pa**ing
as the words to come, slipping
as the nights will do, burning
as the clouded sun letting nothing through
(well,
here it is:)
you see, the walls are gone sometimes
there's no other way.
is looking down, still moving on?
i think you'd know what to say.
are you warming in the dark?
see the times above us move.
how close is just too far, setting off
into 'i will', though
i've been thrown before
i guess,
put the bones to use!
i'm hoping that you'll find my door.
o come on,
i'd love to talk to you.