Saturday, February 16, 2008

I See


Our hands, between you and me
the steel of the train
that rattles back on out to sea

against the thoughts in my head
the visions I see
of you falling overboard
with a smiling disease

can't wait now
the edge of the water
cold on the toes
taps my soul
cracks my soul
snaps my soul

it's a rythym
i could never spell rythem
it's all rhythm
always rhythm