Wooden and nails along my spine
so blue for cloud watching
in every inch we found sunshine today
and pink glaze over the fence where they fly.
so blue for cloud watching
in every inch we found sunshine today
and pink glaze over the fence where they fly.
Little tiger stripes in the overgrown grass
looking at me looking at you.
Victorian lace but the warmth is still there
last years dim lights like glass flowers.
Cracked paint peels with its history
a piano plays from inside the mind
candles in bottles, evidence of times once lived
and the feeling of home in the sky.
Hazy dusk , splintered rings on a trunk,
so blue for cloud watching
in every inch I saw her fading sweet past,
memories pressed into walls like old embers.
