The wires dream,
about swallows in the spring.
I dreamed about my childhood,
surrounded by dead things.
Awakened by the humming,
that machines make when they sleep.
At least I woke up smiling,
so glad I had a dream.
She is waving out of the window.
Her smiles as red as a wound.
And my quiet heart goes to pieces.
It's been a lonely year in this room.
And I will not ignore you like before.
My January promises are more,
than words softly spoken.
I'm filming now,
obsessed with how I look.
And every thing I told you,
was stolen from a book.
I read something about kisses.
In a science magasine,
something they can't capture,
in the sweetest movie scene (seen).
She is waving out of the window.
Her smiles as red as a wound.
And my quiet heart goes to pieces.
It's been a lonely year in this room.
And I will not ignore you like before.
My January promises are more,
than words softly spoken.