Recessional
(专辑: Dreaming Through The Noise - 2006)
"It's so beautiful here," she says, "This moment now and this moment, now." And I
never thought I
would find her here: Flannel and satin, my four walls transformed. But she's looking at me, straight to center, No room at all for any other thought. And I
know I
don't want this, oh, I
swear I
don't want this. There's a
reason not to want this but I
forgot. In the
terminal she sleeps on my shoulder, Hair falling forward, mouth all askew. Fluorescent announcements beat their wings overhead: "Passengers missing, we're looking for you." And she dreams through the
noise, her weight against me, Face pressed into the
corduroy grooves. Maybe it means nothing, maybe it means nothing, Maybe it means nothing, but I'm afraid to move. And the
words: they're everything and nothing. I
want to search for her in the
offhand remarks. Who are you, taking coffee, no sugar? Who are you, echoing street signs? Who are you, the
stranger in the
shell of a
lover, Dark curtains drawn by the
passage of time? Oh, words, like rain, how sweet the
sound. "Well anyway," she says, "I'll see you around..."