nowhere to escape, locked in my chair. watching my silhouette, sucking back
cigarettes in peace. the golden age of
Display is thankfully here. i see your mouth moving, but suddenly i think i’m deaf.
i used to hear you but…
All your talk is cheap skywriting, it’s big & bold until the smoke has cleared.
a gust of wind & words are re-arranging, and suddenly the message disappears.
Cranking my radio, drowning out romeo with bass. it’s thundering & quieting, i’m
riding the storm. i see you scream at me but i pretend i’m somewhere else. i used to
hear you but….
(chorus)
Non-essential information, a hurricane of aggravation. your head is high above the
clouds, go write a best-seller now. i thought i heard something, but maybe it was
just a dream, i used to hear
Ut now i know.
(chorus)