Saturday, November 27, 2010

Thanks Sufjan.

I see city lights in red
I see airstreams overhead
And I'm thinking of what Michael said
I am thinking of what Michael said
I see passengers break their bread
I see passengers break and bend
Ivory passengers stuck in their heads
And I'm thinking of what Michael said

I rode the Greyhound bus: under the overpass
I ride the train till my eyelids grow sore
I watched the snowflakes fall, through the half-frosted glass
I walk three-thousand miles to your door

Darling, can't you see, I can't speak for both of us
But if you start to speak then I tell you "don't"
Darling, if I said I loved you would you believe in me
I'm not sure if I would and that's why I won't.

I write letters in my bed
With my over-shirt over my head
And I'm thinking of what Michael said
I am thinking of what Michael said
I'm afraid to start afresh
I don't want this night to end
I don't want the words to be dead
And I'm thinking of what Michael said

Under Orion's belt we watched the stars come out
Eyes in the East looking for the North star
Silently, I reached out, took your hand. Silently
you picked the lock on the backstage door

Under the stagelights the cello played quietly
hand in hand we fit in one theater spot
The audience applauded, behind the curtain we relaxed
Grateful the clapping had started and stopped

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