Wednesday, September 30, 2015

The Races

You are the hero and the killer 
Puffy red lips dream of kissing you 
    Good night 

No sign of you 

I tell myself in neon intentions nothing's left , as you sink my ship , nuclear she says , something you only see in those books you find in vintage thrift stores - 

And the gentleman come and go as fast as they say hello , they've got no chances 

She watches the horizon and she knows he's not coming back - 

Tell me , what to do with a love like that ? 
The quiet is noise these days , I'm so lost 
I here the music but it's not the same 

You see - it's not the same