The wires dream
about swallows in the spring
I dreamed about my childhood
surrounded by dead things
Awakened by the humming that
machines make when they sleep
At least I woke up smiling
so glad I had a dream
Chorus:
She is waving out of the window
Her smile as red as a wound
and my quiet heart goes to pieces
Its been a lonely year in this room
And I will not ignore you like before
my January promises are more
than words softly spoken
Im filming now
obsessed with how I look
And everything I told you
was stolen from a book
I read something about kisses in a science magazine
Something they cant capture in the sweetest movie scene
Chorus
And I will not ignore you like before
my January promises are more
than words softly spoken
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