You The Stars. Me Bikes n CarsI wish that I could see your eyesWhen a handful of fireflies light the black skies in candle lightA quick glance around and you're by my sideI'll tie your heart to mine using an unbreakable lineSit on the roof of my car and watch the night sky danceThe love in my heart is like a million fire antsAll planning to bite my chest at the same instanceI get down on my knees as I turn and ask you, "please,"Promise to keep this star for me, and I swear I'll throw away the key"If it's not too much trouble, do you mind if I be humbleYou're heart is a giant city with thousands of tall skyscrapersAnd I'm just a lonely boy, too nervous to deliver papersHow in the world did I get you here?Tell me that we can just watch the stars and lay here.
Numbers to Spell With An aetesBurning through your ears; you'll find it in my atmospheresA way to dance around, riding the Sound from undergroundFilling underdeveloped syringes by ripping your doors off their hingesScream for the love of the fire or the ecstasy you so sweetly perspireClinch at the sound or the name when you call it drowning in the day-old rainLoad an anecdote for the times; prepare as falls spiral in from behindIt bites your lips from the core, a striking hunger and feel no moreDon't forget to grab the frame to keep from blacking out againThat pain that you can't get enough of, is it lust. Or is it love.
Roger Calamity From Old...How high could you fly if you never asked why?Never leave the earth your heart is doomed to the dirt.Think about the stars and their twinkling of their eyes,It's a message from time about how quickly it flies.A rabbit in a cornfield asks about how your head feels,Not so good, Mr. Rabbit, There's this light but I can't seem to grab it.Reach out with your love and take it all with your lungs,A light from the moon once stolen by the lonely raccoon.Rainbows of light colour your eyes, with a painter's knife hold fast and make ties.Do you think about what you've seen, or that spark that your heart felt?Will it ever be enough, cause I know it's tough but do you think about love?Ask the clouds for their wisdom and their reason for hows,Take a lesson from the butterfly, do with your heart, and don't ask why.On a piece of bark is where the end of your journey will start,The rest of your days to tan with the sun and never stay awake.
Don't Wake Up Or Your...The old crow that jumped the gun to be the first before the sunHeld no respect for the younger ones among his dialectHis sorry claim was to be staked but his vigil hand they couldn't shakeHe had a growing tremble of what the council would soon assembleA rusted metal voice pleaded with his brothers to sway their weighted choiceBut no illumination of a fleeting glance, no hint at the slightest chanceOld crow's words reverberated and bounced back never even contemplatedHis turpentine wings showered the trees with the cries for help his pleasNo return was heard, nothing from cricket or birdAn unraveling crow of yarn and seedling shouted more and even screamingWhile his brothers sat around him, watching him while he was sleeping.A darker fear was creeping as the poignant machine continued beeping.