Talk talk
What’s our mission
Do we know
Would never listen
For too long
They held me under
But out here
It’s almost over
In detroit
On our memphis train
Like you said
It’s down in the heat and the summer rain
Or the automatic galls of your memories
Down in the sleep at the airplane races
Try to hold on
For this heart
A little bit longer
Try to hold on
For this love
Alone
Try to hold on
For this heart
A little bit colder
Try to hold on
For this love
Paperback scroll your hidden poem
Written around the dried out flowers
Here we are still trading places